THIS IS ME NOT GIVING A SHIT!!!!

Recently I came back from a very interesting adventure with Kayla, Thomas, Daniel and Roman. It started off with Kayla (as most things do) deciding that she would drag me along to the party of her "scene" friend's (i'm using this term in the best sense of the word) party. Accually, no, her friend's boyfriend's party. When Kayla first proposed this idea, I was very...um..reluctant...let's say at the idea since, well, I don't really fit in with the scremo-wear alot-of-make-up-look-cool-and-all-orginal-look gang and I don't really know anyone. After a little argument and then a quick patch up the problem was fixed by bringing along friends. Roman, Daniel and Thomas came too. Accually I don't think that I would have had any fun if they hadn't come. Thanks guys!!!

I'm not going to bore you with the details of this party since, well...it was a real drag (except of ourse when Thomas high jacked the stereo so we could listen to rock and roll, Roman's only muttered words "what?" and "shut up", Daniel rolling on the ground for bus money and the host of the party apoligizing to Kayla and me for the parrty sucking like it did). It was after the party that totally caught my interest. We'd taken a 45 minute bus ride to get to Henri-Bourassa and the very thought of going all around the orange line wasn't looking to great, but never the less the trip was ahead of us. We all slumped back in our seats and began to fall asleep, until we got to Berri-Uquam when Thomas piped up "Let's get some coffee." Before we could say "what the f***?" we were up and off the metro and standing on the platform chasing after Thomas and pleading with him to tell us where were going. He didn't tell us, he just brought us to the most amazing place I've ever been to in my entire life. A coffee shop that was once two apartment houses. I can ramble on about how cheap it is, and how the music is great, how the mismatched furniture is part of it's charm, how the paintings are inspiring, how the amiance makes you want to write poetry and how the fact that you can buy a mango there is part of the magic.

Here is a poem I wrote. The first when I got there.

Can you feel the praying mantice
As it treads lightly on it's toes
Trying to hide the stench of pie
The rises to our nose.

Without a hint of stopping
It runs straight to the roof
Where ladybugs and catipillers
Talk gently about the truth

That humans with our brains so large
Still don't know the way
Our hearts ablaze on fire
And lust is here to stay

Then Kayla, Thomas and I came up with a game, while Daniel and Roman played a chess game in a corner. Each person says a random word that must be incorporated in the line of a poem. For example. Pretend i'm writing a poem and Kayla says "apple" I have to write the first line of the poem with apple in it. "The apple fell off the tree". then Thomas might say "door" the second line of the poem could be "as the door swung shut". Here are 3 of the poems that we wrote while intoxicated (on coffee of course)

The cherry tree's leaf
The door's keyhole
A child's footsteps treading
The poisonous thorns of a wild flower
Come together making a waterfall
Of insignificance
As the ashes of insanity
Blow gently in the wind landing on a windowsill
And the grapevines try to cling
To the brick Wall
That have trapped
The closed mind.

-Nat


Shit happens.
Poems leave.
We all die

-Kayla


The face now so clear
Stirred illogical dreams
Drank by their minds
Transperent to most
But the jazz played on
Exploding every minute
Bringing the rasta to tears.

-Thomas

Amaziung what you can pull off with random words, imagination and coffee. Anywho, this is now one of my most favorite places!