Four Poems By Gord Disley       untitled   tree up near where you’re goin shoes boots tied round it bout twenty mile in hundreds of em dunno why is     helga   diabetes has her              and all round the place              accoutrements – blood pressure gauge, oxygen, pills             and what she had for breakfast                          what she had for lunch                                       what she's having for supper. you get up you change seats she looks down at her hands.     fragments 04 Summer day Girl with basket One dollar plum  Each of us As damned As holy –  Sleepy we watch Lightning storm Burn the lake  Young black girls Chase a limousine Down Queen Street  Late night television Adam West Kicks a rubber shark     morning bird               shut the fuck up             you little prick                        (six fucking a.m.             before i take the             fucking hose to             your little warbling             yap             fuck nature   Gord Disley is a writer/ comedian/ musician /actor /singer /dancer /model  living in Toronto.  Gord has been known to talk people both into and out of suicide, and has been stealing cable for years. His favourite colour is fish. You may see him pop up occasionally on Canadian television. Gord Disley is perfectly safe when used as directed. Shake well. More Poems By People I Like