Intoxicated

by the poisonous

words

doings

and belongings

Breathless

Strangled by my own shadow

my anchor

my tombstone.

No ground to stand on

no wall to rest on

no sky to look up to

we’re drowning

drifting

disappearing

with all we could have been

done

and said.

the 23th pound

No matter how much exercice I do, no matter how well I’m trying to eat, I struggled all April to lose the 23th pound of my diet. I may be improving the quality of my whole lifestyle, which is pretty good, but I want to lose these extra pounds I still have. So instead of burning all my will on countless hours of exercice, I might target my calory intake. I’m thinking of a three weeks rotation:

1. Week with low calory diet and smooth exercice like walking in the park = many pounds lost
2. Week with med-low calory diet with mostly healthy veggies and a intense exercice = a few pounds lost
3. Week with normal calory diet with pleasant food like pastas and fish and less exercice to make my motivation rise = no pound lost

21 weeks and I might be done with that diet…

john’s anatomy ii

Odd… Same ride than last week but it was damn easier… No break except for drinking from my water bottle… 2 hours ride instead of 3 and way less exhausted when I’m back… I don’t understand my body…

john’s anatomy

Both fascinating and frustrating: I realised that walking and biking don’t use the same leg muscles… I walked a lot all winter and then, my first bike ride is killing me… Then, right after another exhausting bike ride, I went for a walk to buy some things and my legs felt fresh. So I guess if I thought I could use my bike to prepare my leaner body for jogging, I was wrong…

To throw

everything in the river

to become

who I really am

until I stand up

and let the city

come back into me.

Montrealities

At the edge of the city

Springtime sensations.

Watching

her

walk

Disappear

And

never

seeing

her

again.

sales are down

My poetry book doesn’t sell. At all. I’m wondering why… I’m also wondering if I’m going to publish other poetry books or just publish them here. The point is not about making money… Just… you know… Picking the best option for my poems…

Roots

don’t face down

but inside.

Light flows

On her black coal hair

Please don’t turn around.