he says

the earth shifted



i run in to jason rose out side the bar
he is well dressed / always in black
avant punk poet

beautiful blond & crazy / the only poet
i've ever met who was dragged out of a
poetry reading by the city police . . .
because he wouldn't stop reading

step away from the mic

i say / did you have a good holiday
i did / i'm still standing after all this
weakened tho / i feel weak / & he smiles
thin / crooked / odd smile
& i nod
& he nods


& the snow falls big wet flakes
& darlene comes out of the bar
& we begin to walk / jason walks with us
down baker st / snow snow black sky
/ / there are no
cars on this night / /

i say

did you hear the earth rocked on it's axis from this
earth quake / & he says yes / appearantly it
changed the amount of day light / /

i stop.
more or less
i demand
are the days longer or shorter / / shorter he says
the day is shorter

/ more darkness
oh i knew it / i knew these days were too bloody dark
darlene & i turn to walk up stanley st.
jason walks straight across baker st.
/ travel safe / be well / each walk their own way

& the snow falls / silent / patient / fills nooks & cranies

after 6 blocks we call a cab / up the mountain / we need
a ride up the hill / / covered my fur hat is covered
in a mound of snow / have you
been walking asks the cabbie / yeah / walking




some how it feels as if / the fucking earth / the earth
damn it

it's moved / some thing is not right / only fractions they
say / the earth may have speed ed up by 2 nanoseconds
but's it's hard to say / it's a lot of mass going in on it's self
like a figure skater pulling in her arms to spin faster


mein gott / / & she meets a man on ketamine tonight
i should n't be in here / in this bar he says/ i'm high on
K / / i'm hallucinating / / i'm going home to do a nother line

not this bird

she ain't doing no more lines /