Epilogue - Self Portrait Weyburn Saskatchewan
She And I Were Both Here - Somehow
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Fi - In Search Of A Missing Note A Trilogy In Three Parts Love Faith Life No longer in print. Only web version for now. email: jpmlvll (at) gmail.com
Bangladesh - China – Canada – Joe Fresh T&T Can’t Buy Me Love jpmelville my god my job in the global economy hmmm let me tell you i am a simple man in a corporate cross-global space living in hotels eating in restaurants walking on streets swamped in urbanity a soul among millions Dakka - Beijing - Vancouver swimming in a swamp of madness cars and neon signs airports and mergers... this is no marco polo world no wilderness no daemons no wonder no treasure no awe no sirens not even conquering for all is conquered all has conformed we export and we import now we own we buy we come laden with oil, wet we come laden with sport shoes and cell phones and garlic, sweat and grime we unisex partners, ooooh come go laden with the same and call ourselves richer, fairer, peaceable even tolerant for the effort? but i with little to do but open my eyes i can see the movers and shakers, banga bazaar ...
Fi
Fi - In Search of A Missing Note Something happening Fi I couldn’t take you any where But where you’re gonna go Déja vu Some where when rising sun comes And sweat our skin shows Colour of love I move with you again dawn yellow sun Don’t let the night forget that I was there Cause I came when the horses called And riding through I’ll be there when again Again our sweat says here That God calls its really all okay Cause all you take you took from me and more… I’m okay let’s move rock on Women work and men fall back Let’s dance around a pole of history Cause baby Fi you’re the ride And ride I will Carry me through mountains thorns drop me leave me I’m ok bled… Love’s a ride and maybe Weyburn Reference to the world crowd That damn I’m from the bush and I’ve the guts to ride your plain… Babe she says I’m a ride your gonna ‘fraid to take Girls gals ain’t nothing near what that pop girl says Says hey… donwannabrakson...
Constellation
Constellation 5 June 2020 jp Focus is an art… (says he who is notoriously not…) How not to be distracted by constellations so everywhere above and at our feet…. Wherein we are ourselves a constellation.
From Where I Stand - Iqaluit
From Where I Stand - Iqaluit 5 May 2020 jp I look across your bay I see horizons Of ice and rock and distance and even eternity. I look down I see yellow blue silver walls I see blue silver red rooves Down far enough away, houses like a toy set. I took my first trip there years ago Now I see not much has changed So much nowhere people to be seen. Sure a person wanders by In a dimension not yours I am invisible Reach out my hand to touch Worlds and words so far apart my fingers disappear in the aether. The gossamer soul dissolves before my eyes. Even my own people, a loose definition White, educated, speaking English only We have colleagues to reach toward, embrace But the bones crackle if you squeeze too hard Skin slips away if you get too close Their dimensions are denser at times Then dissolve like tinkling broken stars falling through darkness And now I remember not one name with whom I then worked ...