COMMEMORATE

driving in decending darkness over an ontario landscape, cold and dark. ahead illumines a ghostly sight, the rotted pits of pumpkin corpses piled in ritual and morbid delight. we eat the flesh of those we harvest. we carve our grotesque likeness onto the husks of the carcass and fashion sinister smiles in horrific mockery.
we, the pumpkin killers salute you!
[Latin commemorre, commemort-, to remind : com-, intensive pref.; see com- + memorre, to remind (from memor, mindful. See (s)mer-1 in Indo-European Roots).]

TIRADE

people don't recognize what was just past. do you understand where it comes from, what does it mean then. we walk around in circles. the self mutilating masses will piss on that which they digest. if slicing flesh is part of hospitality, then i want it to all end. sweet apocalypse, lay flat all of human masturbations, smash every glass display, just wash it all away. and let it grow again. please in the name of all goodness, let it grow.
[French, from Old French, act of firing, from tirer, to draw out, endure, probably back-formation from martirant, present participle of martirer, to torture (influenced by mar, to one's misfortune,, and tiranz, executioner, tyrant), from martir, martyr, from Late Latin martyr. See martyr.]

all around us

the air, in its icy twirls
curls around our frosty ears
and whispers of morbid things
just around the corner
just beyond reach
the seasons are turning
and with each day breaking
the night falls ever darker
colder, dim
the light falls ever dimmer
colder, then
darkling we lay
around us, ever night

CELEBRATE

blue man alone, blue man on a rampage, blue man drunk, cracked and about ready to spill blue over everything. turns out, being a blue man is a life of residual bleeding, crackling paint and with it, pain. imagine your skin shrinking in on itself. i imagined implosions. blue and red all over the place. damn theatrical carnage.
my visiting japanese friend learned three valuable lessons tonight. do not fall asleep at a hallowe'en party. misplaced cans of shaving cream should not be left willy-nilly in the house. you cannot trust your friends with a can of shaving cream. ah, learn these lessons well.
strangely, mixed with shaving cream, i become mottled blue. now there is a use for this, i'm sure...
advantages though for a blue man may be worth noting:

• when walking on the streets with beer, you might as well drink. draw attention? you're fucking blue! what are you worried about?
• when searching for a place to hide, find the nearest blue wall and strip naked. the cold will only enhance the camouflage.
• when stealing wheelchairs from the crippled, you can excuse yourself for being blue.
• when socializing in dim light, people may mistake you for a dark blue man, and you can experience first hand, raw exposure to the racial elements. they tell me that it's ok, one of his best friends is dark blue.

in summation, i'd like to leave you with a stern reprimand and final warning for megalomaniac, bill gates. LET MY PEOPLE GO!
[Middle English celebraten, from Latin celebrre, celebrt-, to frequent, celebrate, from celeber, celebr-, frequented, famous.]

GESTATE

a slow day wraps itself around work, the distance to work, three unstable meals and the general anaesthesia of unwinding from whatever it was that wound you up in the first place.
the grey turbulance of downtown bites cold into the bone, as i near slip into permafrost and a disorderly season. as i pass the bleak metal glass mount of sinai, i wonder when the official flu season begins, where it all comes from, and where does it all go? i imagine a senior medical officer, who had never prayed to Hippocrates, pacing the corridors of holding cells, calling out to each and everyone of its offspring, its unborn, its undying.
stepping back from unreality, i regain my regular footholds, and head home, wishing that there was more greenery in the city. more life.

"don't let the world wrap up around you, don't forget to call whenever" -sp-

[Back-formation from gestation; Late Latin gestti, gesttin-, from Latin, a carrying, from gesttus, past participle of gestre freqentative of gerere, to carry.]

DELIBERATE

the other things won't let me be, keep piling up in the corners, pulling teeth and biting my scabs dry. i sit and watch the world divide itself on tv, in front of a live studio audience, on a public forum, paul martin addresses himself in big important talk that says nothing, full of sound. cnn doesn't give a damn, but can't seem to control its weather fetish. condaleeza rice wants us not to use apocalyptic language over our softwood lumber trade disputes. the apocalypse is under the jurisdiction of GW and that kind of talk is reserved for oil trade disputes. cuban choir singers become defective in canada as personal drug piles grow in fear and paranoia, Roche Pharmaceuticals suspends sales of Tamiflu and mother sit-in Rosa Parks dies. have you watched "the birds" lately? by the way, your time's up, 7053.
[Latin dlbertus, past participle of dlberre, to consider, weigh : d-, de- + lbrre, to balance (from lbra, a balance, scales).]

PROCRASTINATE

yet another day slowly saunters off in an easterly direction, carrying in its arms the promise of many things undone. small little things pile up in the corners of my living space, in the streets and within the minds of the post neo moderns. we are all cluttered, every one.
in the particular corner wherein i reside, kensington sprawls itself across the slow shuffle of the hyper aware interactives who mingle in a delicate mesh nurtured by this environment. meeting sue for roasted brew, breathing in ideal cafe, while the smoke is brewing, conversation simmering on the cusp of becoming. we engross ourselves in a puzzling metal link puzzle, hovering betwixt completion and frustration. in mid verse, a newly obsolete digital picture is taken by a student hopeful drawn to such things as my button adorned tuque. in between metal link one and link nearly off, we meet john, dark roast and cocoa. amanda affixed cappuccino before work. keiko and haruka strolling, cappuccino straight and coffee sugared and milked. one other i cannot recall. much too cold and time a wasted i leave for other things.
[Latin prcrstinre, prcrstint- : pr-, forward; see pro-1 + crstinus, of tomorrow (from crs, tomorrow).]

REGENERATE

"You wiped them on your grass, so now your color was green."

too long drifting in the dark recesses of my dark interiors. here i grow some limbs, stretch out to the sun and bear witness to the fruit that is the wholesome half of life. breath once again. live once more. shake winter from the branches. i am alive and i will surely wake the dead!

"... of course, those little people out there were yours too."
[Latin regenerre, regenert-, to reproduce : re-, re- + generre, to beget.]

SUFFOCATE

what is it like to smother yourself each and everyday? both hands pressed against the throat, against skin and betrayal coating the tongue. this is not the place to begin the struggle forward. this is not my soil. distract me once more.
[Latin suffcre, suffct- : sub-, sub- + faucs, throat.]

DISINTEGRATE

"that which you cannot destroy..."
allow me to begin once again, pretend not to notice my failings, regain that which was lost. watch me descend through self-inflicted pathos and hubris of what remains of who i can become. the pain is real, all of my past will dissolute as all things do.
tempus edax rerum.

[From Middle English, intact, from Latin integrtus, past participle of integrre, to make whole, from integer, complete. See tag- in Indo-European Roots.]