I took some photos at Haven the other day. I wanted to write poems to them but it was harder than I anticipated. Here are some haiku-like starts. The titles are all from books by Ben and Jock. Reps centre was where I spent much of my work/study labeling pictures and cataloging books (in exchange for food).
Manual for Life
The past is a treacherous whore, says Jock.
He could have done a much better job
Just showing us the Pepsi can
From his garden.
As It Is In Heaven
How does he know Heaven?
I barely know my refrigerator–its a relationship
I’m working on. The crab might know
But he ain’t speaking.
The Illuminated Heart
This is the place they put the retired garden gnomes.
I was locked up here for six weeks.
I was told it was full of spirit.
All I saw was dust illuminated by
Stolen threads of light.
The (New) Manual for Life
The shack of shame/smoke pit is the best place
To view people pretending they don’t see you.
The best place to know heaven isn’t yours–
Inhale too deeply–that cigarette is gone.
The best view is always the one no one
Wants to admit they have.