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Longshore Lyrics
Introduction - 0
Senses - 1
Kraal Boma - 2
St.Davy's Blues - 3
The Braw Lads - 4
Childhood Echoes - 5
Frädi Cat - 6
Hankuk Recall - 7
Fireworks at English Bay - 8
Depense - 9
La Reine de Cuisine - 10
Light and Day - 11
Handout - 12
Nelson Street - 13
Framegame - 14
Love in Vancouver - 15
Short Walk Eastside - 16
Drumsongs - 17
Pelt of the Ten Tines - 18
Buddybombs - 19
Coho Communion - 20
Ravenpromise - 21
Framegame
Upon the sonnet’s grid we peg out words
Old rags and chips culled out from memory
Dug from the darkest depths of dumbledom —
Hung out to flutter in some passing winds
Which might perchance someday here come to flow —
So from the doldrums of our dreams we flow
To higher thoughts, some finer filigree
Of wonder to fill our Genoa sail
To pull us o’er the surface of the mind
To other places — other planes perhaps.
This frame of syllables, this rig of words
One hundred forty sounds for speaking out
(Better in a whisper than in a shout)
Adds naught to what we think life is about.