The Oceanview Resort

This is another photograph I took at the resort where I stayed for the week, a peek at one of the many capes and inlets found in the Grand Barachois region of Shediac N.S. The weather would change on and off during the day, warm sunny periods cooled off by kelp scented wafts from the Northumberland Strait. The seasonal residents were honoring the tradition of the snowbirds by hanging decorations in celebration of a July 25 christmas, estranging at first but any excuse for a party ...eh?

The Grand Barachois

I left for Shediac N.S. to escape the heat wave in Ottawa this week, the air was as rejuvenating as the hospitality and well worth the 14 hour drive. The high point for me was the Duschene wharf, a great little spot where you can wait for fresh lobster to be delivered straight from the fishing boats or grab a bite on the patio of the local restaurant looking out onto the marina.

on power groups

so I called my broker back in Toronto
said I wanted the black Avenger
not the gray one
the one with the tinted glass and moonroof
to go with my black mob suit
and pointy shoes
that I wanted to go
like Thelma and Louise
spinning my tires
racing for the edge
steeped in premium audio
[em]powered all

and he said ok
but it would be the sum[s]
and substance
of more meager means (not the cops)
that chase me down

faster than a
speeding bullet

sure to hit
before the crunch
and final impact

fer sher and the thing

the mortgage personna

and I thought I'd read them
all

creative
sure
and I continue to keep an
open mind while reading poetry

but I think it was the way
it ballooned
that made me think
he didn't know

what

he was signing his
name to

tarantula

when I go back to volte-face and that guy I recall the door shutting after
every disturbance every second away from peurta del sol then out
for a beer drinking back every deficiency as a long-legged
nemesis buzzed in my tavern like gypsies and packsacks and belize and
borderless prints of red-eyes on my amp top
the snap and twang like boomerangs and slingshots the
old me my nemesis never excusing always accusing
I knew you well before you died you hairy legged sticky foot spittling on my wings
you want me come and get me
but keep in mind
I know where you live
and where you don't