4. If stress is the number one cause of disease, then relaxing is the cure. You can relax in bed. If you can’t relax in bed, get a better bed.

3. You can still work from bed… at least on organizing your time and maybe calling around to all those companies you regularly pay money to and asking them to cut you a break. Figure out ways to save… put your cable on vacation perhaps, cancel the landline maybe.

2. There is a solar storm going on that could cause some chaotic disruption in our location finding devices, perhaps our balance will be off too.

1. Well I shouldn’t have to tell you, what’s your number one reason to stay in bed?

HAVE FUN EVERYONE DON’T GET TRIGGERED THIS IS JUST A TEST, WE’VE ONLY HAD ALL THIS STUFF FOR A HUNDRED YEARS… WE MAY HAVE TO GIVE IT UP.

in arrogance & ignorance

we pass the buck or pass the joint

we pass around arguementz, missing the point

democratic nations appear unfair

the polls don’t work, the feds don’t care

we are the system, we are aware

we are raising consciousness

in mind, body and prayer

all the myths all the realities don’t matter

if your world is a fantasy mad hatter

the cad who harassed you and tried to peak in the changeroom

the dead beat sperm shooter who tried singing the same tune

that claimed ownership of any land or territory

by excuse of an army

forcing entry into ur sacred territory

booby trapped with inertia and post coital -

if you don’t like the chanel then just turn the dial – denial

frost bitten ridden with bed bugs on crack

constantly reminding you (like commercials) of everything that you lack

prostrated consecrated prorated slack

laid out be4 you like bees dropped out of a truck

occupying spaces were meant to be bare,

all so you could tell us

that its just NOT FAIR!

but what we do with the knowledge

facing & not facing reality…

they like to pretend we’ve gone away…

that people don’t really live that way

not the haves & the have nots

but whose felt the flow

& whose stuck in a rut…

you’ve made a point, you’ve stuck it out,

now that someone’s died, they’re telling you now, Get Out!

Montreal has said they’re free to stay in la Place du People

you can go.. but Vancouver, where’s your public space?

for some reason its important for the people to STAND!

We know why, its the elephant in the room…

but somehow we want to move ahead,

we want a solution!

Asking for public space to ConGreGate!

a hairy reminder to keep laughing

tickling your lower lip,

a male entitlement

a reminder of his beastliness…

we stop a guy on the street

for directions,

he doesn’t recognize the intersection,

I say, I’ve left a car there, parked

but he doesn’t think those two meet,

was there construction?

I say, I do remember a crane,

he says, Oh, there’s a crane just up there,

go one more block and turn right,

and my kid and I walk away and she says,

He had red hair, looked a bit like Conan

(her favourite tv personality)

and she says, he had quite the moustache,

what is Movember anyway?

I say, its a campaign for men to grow moustaches in November.

Mo-vember, my words slur and I suddenly can’t say the name right anymore.

No-vember. NO! vember, which translated to me meaning, Don’t Remember!

I kind of cultural black out, celebrated on Black Friday(tm)

and proceeded by Black History Month, coming up,

blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.

We find our car,

a rental, nice car,

she likes it

and we are different people

after zipping around in it all day.

She can’t believe I parked it so well,

(there was a crane) and when I get home I tell,

my honey about the scraped bummer

I stressed about all day,

why DO they make them so low anyway?

We play a game driving through the streets,

“identify the #Occupy protester in the street”

I have her beat cause we only see one,

dressed in pyjamas & shorts

and looking like he snorts

cocaine.

He’s got facial hair,

but I don’t care

cuz I once knew a bearded lady named

A  Y   L   A.

but…
all
hope is not lost,
t h e m i d d l e c l a s s
b e a r s thecost$
europe slowly covered with permafrost
an illegal government reigns supreme without so much as seem
to consider whether the people would be better
with someone who wanted a democracy
not a hypocrisy theocracy bureaucracy

lands to the south covered in flood or drought
awash in sub-prime doubt

but then there’s you
who knew
who got yer dollars out
who invested in land
awash in sun … old farmer’s land

then there’s you
who can still make funny voices
who knows the real truth behind the whispered suspicions

who has come to rescue me from all my bitterness.

you are telling me that my social critique
could bring funding not altogether meek
tell me you’ve had some fine cheese
my low fat cheddar won’t melt his knees
i am displeased.
grousing out by those around me
travelling in packs with my alther egomania
circling like halks over mountain tops
stopping to drink with random strangers
passing cars in the not passing lanes

spinning by time
as our lives click slowly by