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The day: one / me: zip
Waiting for coffee to work
Need caffeine magic

The Bob Hope Suite


the third floor of Victoria’s
Empress Hotel boasts
the Bob Hope Suite

with Halloween approaching
I hoped the halls would echo
with soft sounds of
laughter and applause

and very far away from
somewhere there’d come
the faint strains of
“Thanks For The Memories”

amidst all the silence
only one joke reverberated
through my mind’s ear
I heard it decades ago
when I saw him perform

“An Asian man walked into an
optometrist’s office for first time
and during the evaluation he was asked
“Do you have a cataract?”
the man replied
“No, I have a Rincoln Continental”

all these many years later
I wonder if the ghosts of
old comedians concern themselves
with political correctness


A Rare Occasion


engulfed in the smoke
of a fine Cuban cigar*
a rare occasion

*If this was, indeed,
a fine Cuban cigar, it was
obtained and smoked on the
shores of Canada, where
the procurement and
enjoyment of such a product
is completely legal.

Steven Slacker Seagull


His famous, older cousin got all the attention.

“Oooh,” his family and friends would say, “look how high Jonathan Livingston Seagull can fly!”

Or they would say, “Goodness me, Look how fast Jonathan Livingston Seagull can fly!”

Or “Have you read the book about Jonathan Livingston Seagull? Mine is autographed.”

Steven Slacker Seagull had a copy of the book too. He used it to line his cage back at home.

Steven Slacker Seagull left the pursuit-of-perfection bullshit to his illustrious cousin.

Steven Slacker Seagull liked to panhandle off the various window ledges of the Empress Hotel. Humans would typically make a fuss, call him cute, and toss him food. If the window was open far enough, he’d go right into the room, and, amidst women screaming and men shaking impotent fists, help himself to whatever looked edible.

Steven Slacker Seagull preferred to work the side of the hotel that only had the view of the Nootka Courtyard Shops and puny adjacent parking lot. The humans on that side were view-deprived and took the sight of him as a treat. Most other sides of the Empress offered up views of the harbor and stately Parliament building. A seagull could easily be ignored with all that as a backdrop.

Steven Slacker Seagull knew that the stupid humans he was currently working weren’t going to give him anything. He could tell. “Probably Californians,” he muttered bitterly to himself.

Butchart Totem


The Butchart totem stares
with multiple eyes unblinking
and forever onward as it rises
into a cloud-strewn Canadian sky

It oversees a camera-wielding
phalanx of tourists who swarm
over the gardens as if their
country of origin is bereft
of flowers of any kind

Nootka Court


Nootka Courtyard Shops
view from our hotel window
that’s a lot of brick

Down There


old signage unearthed
the directions to “down there”
now I know the way


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