What's in a name? According to Numerologists a name signifies the path the receiver's life will take; Destiny.
My birth name is Jean Carol Westerson
My adopted name is Carol Ann Caswell,
Remaining singular throughout Mother's marriages.
My married name is Carol-Anne duPlessis
My other married name is Caswell-Roy
My other married name is Hass
My other married name is Pilon
My other married name is Doiron
And back to my adopted name is
Carol-Anne Caswell
Imagine all the possibilities
They were undone
Imagine all the opportunities
They were undone
Imagine the future
It was undone
Imagine
Imagine what
A glamorous green granny apple orchard
I don't think so
Name this
Punk.
Sunday, September 5, 2010
Sunday, August 8, 2010
Bohemia
There is no judgment in the bohemian mind
No worry, no fretting away the hours
For want of irrelevancy
a world outside imagination;
Big Fat Reality: Fat Ass Cat.
Far away the device
switches ON clockwork
Opening the box
Of new probabilities:
Like an immaculate conception
The clockwork crescendos into rhyme
Said subject
Living and Ejecting Fear
No worry, no fretting away the hours
For want of irrelevancy
a world outside imagination;
Big Fat Reality: Fat Ass Cat.
Far away the device
switches ON clockwork
Opening the box
Of new probabilities:
Like an immaculate conception
The clockwork crescendos into rhyme
Said subject
Living and Ejecting Fear
Monday, June 28, 2010
She set upon the world her hand
Woven in wonderland wool
Bought and sold in the slave market
But today was a day unlike another
Her hand was gold under the wool
From her manservant had it stolen be
She was confused
She was confused
And so it came to be sometime ago
The maiden peeled the gold clay off
And underneath lay the pods of sorrow
and despair
Limp and ragged
She was confused
Poor dear
Woven in wonderland wool
Bought and sold in the slave market
But today was a day unlike another
Her hand was gold under the wool
From her manservant had it stolen be
She was confused
She was confused
And so it came to be sometime ago
The maiden peeled the gold clay off
And underneath lay the pods of sorrow
and despair
Limp and ragged
She was confused
Poor dear
What is this thing called love
This wondrous thing, called love
I held a fantasy in my lap
Called it an erectile dance
But it swooped across
the dance floor
away from me
Distant
Far away.
A spec now frolicking in my site
Followed another by my eye
Signaling the other 'follow me'
Cross-eyed to the middle of my nose.
And off it flew
Distant
Far away
This wondrous thing, called love
I held a fantasy in my lap
Called it an erectile dance
But it swooped across
the dance floor
away from me
Distant
Far away.
A spec now frolicking in my site
Followed another by my eye
Signaling the other 'follow me'
Cross-eyed to the middle of my nose.
And off it flew
Distant
Far away
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