re: my god, my kids, my time......

praise baby jesus, the lard, jesus coyote and the rest of the J12 crew!

i've got three of my kids for the weekend! it's been a grueling five months since i've seen them, and it was emotional picking them up. especially my daughter ava, she cried hard and said she missed me so much and just didn't let go for about five minutes. i cried a little too, but i had to put on the brave face and not turn into a blubbering pile of tears. my daughter jayda cried a bit tonight, i barely know her, and my son was great, and in the meantime, i'm going to cherish every moment with my kids and never let them slip away again.

reports from the front and trenches shall continue, and until next time,


hugs,


chris bose.

re: sacred hearts.....

i'm recently inspired by david choe, and also, there's a great website that does amazing posters for gigs and albums and shall remain nameless until i catch up to the bastards. in the meantime, i know i need to push myself harder creatively and to take more chances.


recently i've moved to the suburbs, and swore i'd never do it again, but you know, it's kinda nice and quiet.....i went for a walk tonight amidst the massive homes.....all of them dark and the streets eerily silent......somehow it was reassuring, and affirming that everything will be alright. i need to create more art and hit the road, but i'm kinda tired right now of the road....ha ha, but i'll be okay once i hit the highway tomorrow and feel the wind, and see the mountains and the sky........

life is strange, and i dream of other worlds and places.....tonight, i thought about the people i've outlived, the relationships i've destroyed, and the silence between you and i.

for now, i'll burn bright and work harder, and perhaps one day we'll meet again, and if not, that's okay too, and if you have no idea what i'm talking about, that's okay too......

i miss the ones i love, and cannot wait until we're reunited.......

until then, strangers, friends, lovers, foe and fans,

i'll keep writing you from the frontlines and trenches, sending you bulletins from the past for a future we may never know....ha ha!

until then, hugs and kisses,



chris bose.

the resurrecting fires.......

Hello friends, lovers, fans and foe,

fires come and go, love and hate, sex and death, but all i know is i've got to keep making art to survive.....i've given up everything else to get here, so, there ain't no quitting....


see you down the road.....

oh, and before i forget, my next art show in Kamloops, BC, is going to be August 13, 2010 - September 11, 2010......

kinda ominous dates to be sure, but that's the way she goes........

cheers,


chrisbose.

re: 3 new pomes for the fire.......

Faces and Places:

Looking at photos

I feel a strange disconnect

To my body

And my actions

Love and betrayal

Loyalty and lust

Make strange

Lovers

People I have hurt

I have loved

Can be defined

Lined

Shaped

Into little images

On a screen

On a piece of paper

Sometimes little lines

On a paper

It doesn’t matter

I struggle to remain

In control

Of memories

And further behaviour

So I might scratch another day

From this shell

Of a man

Even if there is no

Redemption.

That night:

God

I remember that night

It haunts me

We hit it off

Sparks towards the fire

The firewater

The stories

The flirting

The smokes

And then more drinks

As we fought

Another dark

Winter night

Battled depression

The struggle

Of a small town

Trying to swallow

Us whole

The madness it brings

And I remember

Your laughter

And your eyes

As you stood over me

The blade between

Your hands

Just before you

Brought it down

Smashing it into

My chest

Past the flesh

And the blood

And bone

Into my heart

One

More

Time.

Flashes between the fire:

I am

A haunted man

Staring at the darkness

Between the flashes

Of the fire

Faces

And places

Forests

And fields

Highways

And cities

Rattle through my head

Like a train

At dawn

After a night of white lines

And fine whiskey

Sometimes

I feel remorse

Other times pain

Sometimes even nothing

As I sit up

And walk

Towards the fire

Knowing I have sacrificed

It all

For an education

In the world

And I write this

As a warning

A scream

On the edge of a mountain

Do not follow

In my footsteps

Choose another profession

See another light

As I struggle

Through the darkness

Untangling myself

From umbilical tombs

And barren cities

Scraped of all that is left

Like a hide

Stretched out

Waiting to dry.

re: upcoming show at Alternator Gallery in Kelowna, BC!!!!

come one, come all to this show that is going to kick ass!!!

re: downtime....

the road.

i don't know how to explain it, i've been on touring cycles for so long now, two or three weeks out, back for a week or a couple days, do laundry, check the calender, double check things and head back out. i've put close to twenty thousand kilometers on the car. it's hard to explain it, gigs, happy faces, people excited to meet you, hear you do your thing, play some guitar, read some poetry, then meet and greet after, sign some books and then off to a pub to check out a band or something. i love it, and people are so happy to see you, so when you come off the road, you get the doldrums.......everyone knows your schtick in your hometown and aren't all that excited anymore! ha ha! so that's part of the reason i keep heading out! you get hooked to the applause, the meets, the greets, the smiles and good vibes. plus, people always want to show you the best their town has to offer, be it an amazing viewpoint of the city, or the mountains, or a lake, or the ocean or whatever. i haven't been home longer than a week and i go stir crazy! now, i'm starting to reflect on the places, the faces and the things i've seen. it's pretty amazing, i miss my kids the most, but it's a lifestyle i can't imagine leaving. now, how do i keep the damn thing moving along and how do the shows and venues get crazier?

in the meantime, i've got some great news, alongside the new anthology

W'daub Awae: Speaking True : A Kegedonce Press anthology

Edited by Warren Cariou

that i've got plenty of new poetry in, i've also got some art shows coming up!

June 18 – July 31, 2010

at the Alternator Gallery in Kelowna, BC!

It's gonna be a crazy show, i hope you can make it! keep you posted on the details!

As well, i've got a show coming up in Kamloops, BC, July/August, but i'll get back to you on the details, it'll be at Arnica Gallery at the Old Courthouse.

until then, i'll see you somewhere down the road......


cheers,



cb

re: reading in winnipeg tonight!

hello friends, lovers, appreciators, foe, family and everyone in between,

i'm reading tonight in winnipeg, at Aqua Books, and i've been having a great trip so far, a quick one, but worth every bit of it!

had a great flight over yesterday, fun at the skybar, last one on the plane outta calgary and chilling out today in winnipeg.....

http://www.aquabooks.ca/events.php#kegedonce

there's link regarding tonight's festivities!

check it out!

re: new pomes

right, so these are fresh new pomes, wrote tonight and here for your literary pleasure........

It’s two thirty

And I’m avoiding

My most recent love affair

Where I left a beautiful guitar

And clothes

And poems

And a tiny bit

Of my heart

And a shadow of my soul

That she trapped in a box

Of mirrors

To look at and laugh at

When the world

Turns her away

But I won’t go

Down that easy

I’ll fight it

I’ll rise up

From the ash

And the powder

And gin

And scream at the sky

I loved you

At the same time

You loved

Me

And then we smashed it all

Against

That concrete building

In Vancouver

and while we had

hot sex

in the window

I knew it was all

Coming to an end

And with each push

With each thrust

I had no expectations

Of eternity

Of glory

Of certainty

No, I just wanted

That last push

And a kiss

And a warm bed

One more night.

At 2:43 a.m.

I’m caught

I’m seized

By panic

Like a beast

Trapped in a net

As the sun rises

Over the forest

The fog rising

The mist settling

Over the long green

Blades

Of grass

Gathering in buds

Of flowers

Waiting to bloom at dawn

I am a coyote

In the mountains

Waiting to howl

Waiting to hunt

Waiting to kill

And then I hear a train

The pounding it makes

Against the rails

And

That’s when I remember

I am a man

A human

And

Not a beast

And that I have court in the morning

And a lawyer to meet

And a statement to write

And a soul to defend

But I realize

I have the days confused

And I have another

Twenty four hours

To redeem myself

To save myself

From the drama

Of the woman

And the man.

A higher form:

I keep defending myself

In bordellos

In whorehouses

In garages

In university classes

In the mouth

Of love

And desire

That I am a strong man

And a

Weak man

But what it all comes

Down to

Is those final hours

At the end

Of the night

After eight hours

Of drink

And smoke

And song

And promises

That I will always

Be there

And

We love

We bond

We strike together

And

Connect

Before the hangover

Before the vomit

And

That long endless slow crawl

To the toilet

And the kitchen sink for a glass

Of water

And that final kiss

To end the night

And walking towards the car

Before the sun rises

And we all

Become mortal

Again.

I lie to her:

Again

And again

Telling her

That I don’t love

Her

And we drink

And we smoke

And we have sex

As we travel down

A road

That is infinitely wide

And without direction

Towards a destiny

Towards

A fate

That I know will

Ultimately end

As quickly

As it started

And while it lasts

I will get

Every pound of flesh

That I possibly can

Off of her

And love her tightly

In the bed

In the shower

In a chair

In a hotel on Granville street

Before it all

Falls apart

And I will be

The one leaving

With an aching heart

One more time

you have the lovers.....