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May 2nd - May 8th, 2005
May 6th, 2005
Unclean 53

Still in Vermouth, Alberta. Posting this from the road. Must say, the ambulance is a real winner. In back woods hicktown. At a funeral. Already, I have been asked three times where I was when they needed me, and once, I was asked if I was going to sub in for the hearse.


Unless your legs are broken, go see The Unclean this weekend. It's only on for a limited time.


Unclean 53

slept in the hostel
the night after the homeless shelter burnt down

met a weathered Englishman in the bathroom
who stopped me to say
you know
I’m a philosopher

and we talked evolution and Nietzsche and god
for two solid hours
holding our toothbrushes

how liberating to have no home, I thought
how civilized, how good to be a philosopher king
to travel the world for years

later that night
as we all slept in bunks beside each other
with the doors taken off their hinges

a corpulent black Frenchman
snored so loudly across the hall
that none of us could sleep

the Englishman got up
walked over to his bed
and started screaming
that he would kill him for snoring so fucking loudly

and slapped him thunderously
and repeatedly

until the offender was too frightened to fall back asleep

May 4th, 2005
Unclean 47

For reasons that I would rather not discuss, I will be out of town for the next day or two. Suffice to say, it involves Chloe, a funeral (no one I know) and a road trip to a small town Alberta.

You never see this shit coming. In the meantime, here's one last Unclean.


dead rabbit on the road to the bridge
twisted and brown

broken ice on the river
catching in the bends

smoke slides out
the carpenter’s mouth
as he stumbles
rattling ashcans

still wearing his blue fatigues
ten years after he was cut loose
for drinking on the worksite

no meat on that rabbit

looking down from the ironworks of the bridge
at the muddy water
the drifting snow

calculating the drop in board feet

that should do the job

May 3rd, 2005
Unclean 40

some construction company’s
been taking ten men
every morning

but not today

leaving Indian Mike
with his laced up boots
holding his sleeping bag

with nothing to do but get drunk
stay out of the way of the police
and hope for tomorrow’s sun

May 2nd, 2005
The Unclean - Opening Day

The Unclean art / poetry show starts today. For those who missed it last week: the show is a collection of paintings by artist Shelley Rothenburger, with about forty new poems by myself.

Instead of writing these poems in a book, however, I have handwritten them onto the walls between the paintings. It seems to be cheaper this way.

The show is on display from May 2nd to May 31st at the Fringe Gallery, located at 10516 Whyte Avenue. The Gallery is right beside The Paint Spot, down from Chapters. So, go on – get your full dose of literature and painting in one easy shot before dropping a pint some afternoon. And yes, it's completely free.

Here's a sample of what you'd see if you went down and checked it out. Look for this kind of thing all week:

Unclean 45

when the street preacher
starts to make too much sense
to a gaggle of delinquents

the man who drives a motorcycle
with a milk crate strapped to the back
and wears a long brown mullet
under a German paratrooper helmet


pushes the preacher off his box
and steps on his neck


I see the world stripped of her pretty mask
and she is a bitter old hag

so it’s time to lie on your back
and think of the way things are

you fucking amateur

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