IN DISAPPOINTING FASHION Like the Brinks Armoured truck pulling up in front of the Carnegie Centre for the twice-monthly collection of money and coupons [volunteer tickets?!] some think of crime the wiser know they don’t have time for prison, 360 degrees of people staring, the music of sound begins the brand new day of preparing so much to do so much not t’ do a walking house of cards built on indecisions; I hear the questions through endless babble like are there shovels in Heaven’s toolshed or does it have artificial turf or worse4 parking lots painted green like “Beautiful British Columbia” that includes Alberta/Washington/Oregon.. just where is this beauty you brag of? I'm blue (with a touch of green) in the face, all over Creation the world is on fire other places are knee-deep in disappointed fashion, their everything being taken by fast flowing water it seems nothing whatsoever is in its rightful place. If it isn’t the incredibly rich doing us wrong after wrong Mother Nature pulls out her bag of devastating tricks, my body feels as if it were a suit of polyester armour in need of unfolding, we have reached that particular part of an otherwise overcast year –no one in school the choices of what to do are unlimited yet unclear I am one of few who knows of what or which to do your sun and my skin can never compromise be it long sleeves for longer days the skin I am wearing is the skin I would like to keep from third degree cancer friendly scolding, I shall not whine nor complain for just over the Rockies peoples pasts, presents and futures are spiralling down a hellishly huge drain I wonder, just wonder, how many wish Nostradamus had been right or off by one year? the rest I guess assume he was insane. Saint Minus knew him well they went to the same school if that’s what you’d call it the younbg huddled together everyone trying their hardest to abolish it but lessons must be taught and knowledge must be learned there is ignorance in everyone the trick is to track down what fascinates you then you expand… These days survival seems to be a common theme so many nightmares have turned off every dream if life were a television set you’d be watching nothing but snowwoman and snowman, Look truth is disappointing fashion give it a shot I'm not going to say what have you to lose, probably a lifetime’s worth of things let alone people you do have your lot even the poor can dream at least for now that sound of music of sound can at least be a mentally healthy start, like conclusion-jumping at the Calgary Stampede maybe dreaming out loud is exactly what you and your soul so desperately need – Today can be that day you pick up and put back together all those days that fell apart… hey, it’s a start! you take care By ROBERT McGILLIVRAY PS: Do you ever wonder why there is so much misery and tragedy every single day? Don’t, take a look at hard liquor ads on TV at 7 in the frickin morning. Every morning, day & night guzzle responsibly yeah RIGHT!!!!
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