The coke fell from my nose as I laughed falling in powdered mist as the bartender sneered. Bartender? More like town coke whore... "If he's just gonna waste it then give me his share " She squealed like a wanting junkie. In five more years her tits will be sagging like her life... Jay stood up for me... "Leave him alone. He's having a good time." The bartender walked out of the washroom in a huff then came back just as quick. When you're that far down the rabbit hole Its too much effort to climb back out Especially when the drug is at the bottom.

Beer, tequila shots and cocaine Lifts the night like helium Blitzing across the junkies and whores That twitch and speed through the blinking lights While I stumble and fumble Trying to give an air of violence To keep from getting jumped From bar to bar Beer to beer Shot to shot All fueled by cocaine eyes Numbed nasal passage persuasion Strutting East Hastings In the shadows of steel-shuttered pawn shops The fascination and familiarity of poverty Keeping me coming back When I should be home Next to her warm body Instead of these cold East side streets.

I am getting older, The days fall to the night, The nights die slowly, Quietly... The night holds More dignity than The screaming day... When I pass I want to go as The night...

On a tranquil lucid night Inside this tiny shack of Halloween pumpkin light With slumberous cats purring from bathroom cupboards Entwined in spare sheets A train hoots lonely to the night and moon Chugging tirelessly across this forlorn city Vancouver Carrying the wind in its wake and giving it voice It goes shhhhhhhhh.... Lulling me to sleep and dreams Of travels across slender snaky mountain roads, On starry chilly nights across golden fields and plains With sky that stretches forever And lightening flows spontaneous and free, To vast pine covered forests That hug the winding roads To...

A girl sobs and yells into the pay phone at Broadway Skytrain station. "Oh God Please God Help Me " Now and then, a word is punctuated by a high throaty squeal, "Please GA...AHHHHD Help Meeee " All around her, people rush by, stroll by, talking, laughing, and discussing dinner plans on cell phones. It is a beautiful, sunny Vancouver day. Not too hot and not too cold. And it's only May. She is begging someone on the phone to help her, forgive her, it'll never happen again, she just wants to come home... "Please God, I will do anything, just come meet me at the Skytrain station " I hear a...

I wasn't thinking about any of this on the beach that night. I was merely absorbing the air around me like only the freest mind can do. When all the weights of life are dropped with abandon and vigor and the soul sets itself on the wisp of unknowing, setting out near penniless and with a trepidation of the cold waters of reality, is when you can truly breath all that existence has to offer.

Miguel didn't bother telling anyone he was leaving. The least amount of breadcrumbs on his trail was for the best. That way there would be no one following him to his paradise. Miguel only wants to move forward with his life, get all the experiences he can from it, and have a great time while doing so. All the rest is dogmatic rhetoric as far as he is concerned. Anyone who thinks they know it all is a dangerous person, and unfortunately the world is full of the nutty assholes. Some wear white collars, some have guns on their hips, some wear fancy suits and make false promises, and some are...

Woman, With your joyousness And your smiles The way you dance through nature And nature moves through you, You are of the earth And the earth of you Woman, Take pity on the man Who exists starkly And laboriously, We see with cold intent And dismiss What the Gods Try to tell us Yet, Even we Who yearn to move away From all that is natural Cannot be anything But mesmerized And in awe Of the woman

The sun shines hot on the back of my neck As I stroll quickly towards the frosted glass door of work. I pass by the Hari Krishna's And smile as two hippy girls Twirl and bounce To the rhythm of the Djembe And the brightly colored Meditative chant of orange-robed men. My heart sings along, "Hari Hari Hari Krishna, Krishna Krishna Hari Hari " I sit smiling on the dirty stairwell, Weary in dirty clothes And feel the joy and sadness of existence Pouring out of me in waves. The drum beat racing faster Speeding the rhythm of my heart into primal urge Of jump-for-joy ecstasy.