Dreams are not for me
they f*** up
my logic
dreams are not for me
they jab needles into
a reluctant memorie
they f*** up my Now..
they cause dis-harmony in my
harmonic harmonies
gordon sings lead
whilst i back-up
with lightfooted tenor
dreams f*** up
my reality
twelve string strumming
am i in a forest
of ontario pines
lodge pole high
and canada dreaming
my head full
my heart bursting
with snow white dreams
of this land.....
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The poems in this beautifully bound book are a result of over twenty years of observations. Observations of the world around us and on the telecommunications network. All of the hate, love, heroism, disasters, and those who help.
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Using Calgary as a backdrop the author satirizes the self-serving nature of the public as it continues to fatten itself, not only physically, but egotistically as well.
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