Happen stance…

The poets march on,

taking two principles of language very seriously:

meaning is unlimited,

and everybody has some…

So we say to the tinhorns:

kill and eat all the poets you want!!!

WE will make more —

in the underground,

in our hearts,

our thoughts,

our stories,

and the backrooms of our academies…

And when the sun comes around again,

look for us…

— I. Brady: In Defense of the Sensual: Meaning Construction in Ethnography and Poetics,

Qualitative Inquiry 10(4)

When Starshine,

and Little Gem,

walked in the door,

they wanted to know,

So,

what’ya get up to,

today???

I reviewed the previous,

six hours,

and the installation,

of the brand new,

German,

front shocks,

my mechanic,

took care of,

while I watched,

Top Chef Texas,

from the comfort,

of my living room,

and how I’d started penning,

a hand written,

letter,

to Mr. Mike Gillis…

Sometimes,

when you do things,

and tell,

your children,

you risk,

a reaction,

which can cut,

you off,

at the knees…

But on this day,

it seemed,

I’d done right,

as I received the nod,

of approval,

for what,

I wanted,

to do,

without a codicil,

to not go there again,

with my key request,

to take care of business,

by bringing Raffi back…

Starshine,

and Little Gem,

always wonder,

why,

every time,

Jason Botchford,

utters crap,

on the Team 1040,

I say,

things like,

Smooth move,

Exlax,

and what it all,

could mean…

A lot of things,

defy explanation,

and why,

The Province,

newspaper,

even exists,

is just,

one of them…

On his way,

to the Triple Crown,

Mario Guiterrez,

and I’ll Have Another,

were running races,

they’d never,

run before,

because they hadn’t…

The two of them,

in unity,

were responding,

to the situation,

as it presented,

itself,

because that is all,

any of us,

can really do…

And as I’ve said before,

when people,

standing on,

the outside,

are looking in,

the best thing,

to do,

is pull,

a Gillis,

and do,

nothing…

Recently,

as I was,

parallel parking,

in front,

of our house,

Little Gem,

echoed,

a sentiment,

I’ve been hearing,

a lot of,

lately,

and it was,

Thank you,

for putting up,

with Papa,

for long enough,

to have me…

It mustn’t,

have been,

easy…

I told her,

unequivocally,

You are WORTH,

every second of it…

Last night,

a neighbour,

shared,

a groundbreaking,

film,

in the park…

And as we watched,

Guess Who’s Coming,

to Dinner???

under wraps,

Little Gem,

and I raised,

a few eyebrows,

at the messages,

we read,

in between,

the lines,

and remembered when,

other people,

thought they,

held the rights,

to tell us,

where we could go,

what we could do,

and with whom,

we could do it…

If you’ve ever come,

eye to eye,

with a Thoroughbred,

barreling past,

the 3/8th pole,

and heard the message,

loud and clear,

Get ready,

because I’m going,

to show you,

my strength,

well then,

you’ve certainly,

slept,

a night,

on my pillow,

and you will know,

that with the force,

of all the powers,

that be,

now behind us,

there is nothing,

ahead,

but a finish,

that has never,

before,

been seen,

created by,

a gift horse,

whom should never,

be looked,

in the mouth…