my plan to migrate the blog over to the Movable Type system and move it into my own domain is nearing fruition. Bwa hah hah &tc. I’m excited. It hasn’t happened yet obviously.

That was just an update. Here’s a poem.

rain on paint over metal around internal combustion engine

I saw a sky blue Volvo
I don’t mean a new Volvo
I don’t mean the daytime sky
I mean an old night blue box with a sunroof
It was calling out in the rain

I think it was calling to my motorcycle

My motorcycle is beached. It’s battery ripped out for “charging”.
It’s oilpan drained of oil. It’s engine has stop turning.
It’s plate was handed back
My motorcycle is too black
I don’t mean glossy black
I mean hammered beaten uneven charcoal
like the slag along the tracks

I think it calls out to the volvos
that have the honour to be parked downtown
they sing together like the whales on the record
from the National Geo issue with a record instead of a map

My face has got some colour
I don’t mean a tan
I mean it’s misfit red and glowering
It’s coloured because it can

And somewhere there is a moped that is quiet
It doesn’t know it’s got me beat
It doesn’t know that small engines
Can really sing and go to town
It doesn’t know that you don’t need your own driveway
If you’ve got gas and plans