weekly sunday poetry

snoopy dancing like there was no tomorrow
ridiculous choreography done to doo-wop and blues music
chow sing sing movies
a good fragrant cup of tea
or coffee for that matter
can still brighten up a day

being immensely useless with videogames
i am one poorly coordinated soul
but i still have so much fun
losing
and many say that they simply enjoy seeing my "intensity" (you know who you are - my bishi bashi friends)

books that open doors
thank the Lord for writers who love words
ozeki, gaarder, saramago
just to play favourites

i am a theory nerd
especially in my own field
i still remember discovering cultural studies
stuart hall, john fiske, ien ang

and music
where do i begin
piano is home
refuge, comfort, shelter
my personal tabernacle (not in the quebecois vulgar way)
fourths, sixths, diminished
the almighty 2-5-1 in jazz

flowers, yellow roses
sunflowers bring with them the spring
snow, fresh fallen
but even "poopslush" as we called it in montreal
has the capacity of making me nostalgic

gingerbread lattes and maple americano mistos
i occasionally miss
calbee hot and spicy chips
schweppes cream soda
hot bottled vitasoy
curry fishballs and cheung fun
make me a "honger" at heart

soundtracking
is the most fun i ever have, really
its capacity to make me excited
surprises even me

and jamming of course
is a source of great joy
when everything sounds "just right" as goldilocks would say
like a balanced universe
i forget about time

there are so many things i could say
to describe "me"
and i'm only beginning to find out
that there's so much to be had
without trying to please the world