re: a slight change of plans...

friends, lovers, strangers, foe, brothers, sisters and all

i'm doing more text based stuff, new poetry and such.......but the art shall be back...

hugs,

cb

all i know is this:

All I know is this:
The gill net we used to use
When I was younger
Used to catch salmon
But it doesn’t anymore
The land I grew up on
Is poisoned
And we cannot eat the game
Or what we grow
Or the water that flows
All I know is this:
The cleaver and the bone
Are not only a tool for a butcher
But a select few women
That know the path
Clear and sharp to my heart
Words also cut
Into soft flesh
All I know is this:
I miss my children
By the minute
By the hour
And I will never abandon them
And the night is terrible
For that’s when I miss them
The most.
All I know is this:
Love is you wretching
Up your stomach
When you get dumped
Praying for the bullet
To cure your aching heart
The headache that won’t go away
All I know is this:
The bullfighter doesn’t always win
Hemingway blew away his promise
My father cut my umbilical chord
And walked away
Drowning his soul with a bottle
All I know is this:
Every street I walk down
I carve my name into the pavement
I scream at the buildings
My words bounce around the glass
And steel and concrete
Losing my self a little bit every day
All I know is this:
The streets are filled
With beautiful temptations
And you have to be aware
Of the blade
The pills
The sacrifices people make
All I know is this.

I am a moon made of copper.

I am a moon made of copper:
Made of glass
I will know your dreams
I will eat your memories
I will devour your love
I will tear down the night
Drive down your roads
Past your homes
Your sleeping families
Your tender dreams
I will skin them like a cat
Put your chair against the door
The butcher knife on the counter
The pills by the water
I will wring you dry
Like a wet rag
I am a moon made of copper
Made of glass
Made of war
Crushing stones in my mouth
I will burn down your cities
I will love my woman
I will pay my lawyer
I will think about the small rooms
Before the parasites
Before I made you these promises
Before I took it all back from you.

breathing fire

in some cultures, breathing fire is not a magic act, or a feat of wonder, but rather, it is an ordinary everyday occurrence. in many ways, breathing fire is a way of life for me. it protects me, it saves me, it heals me. and sometimes, along the way, if you are lucky....and open to the mystery of the cosmos and you let things happen, or go with the flow, sometimes, you meet someone along the way, who is in many ways, just like you. if you're lucky that is. and if not, there is more time, there is nothing but time because, we the lumpen proletariat, are lied to in so many ways, that we no longer believe in time. as for me, i'll continue to breathe fire and continue letting the cosmos guide my travels........she never lets me down........

Meech Lake Soda - the Ab-Original Soda!!

this is for elijah harper

stood up against the meech lake accord

effectively killing it on the floor

good one.

have a sassy sip of meech lake soda!

coming to a rez gas station near you!

CHEERS!!!

cb

aboriginal soup!

 

taking a page from another notorious

art thief named andy warhol

i've created some nummy

aboriginal soup!!

so, dig in and enjoy!

back with a vengeance......and buffy bucks.....

hello friends, lovers, strangers, ex's......

i'm back with a vengeance.......i feel back on it, the game.....and i've been revisiting a series i did about canadian first nations icons.....and i'm going to be reposting them, but slightly different.....the buffy bucks were something i worked on ages ago but never had the balls to post, now i do.......enjoy the buffy bucks coz they're hot.....and going fast.......

i'll finally be printing some stuff up and having it available for sale as well.....time to get things done......

all the bets,


chris bose.