Poetry: Selections From Steve Passey

When We All Dream the Same Dream

Our laborer’s wages can’t house us now

and we cannot be fed on what we have.

Our anxieties manifest in dreams

bad dreams, only half-remembered, 

so,

during the day we tell ourselves

that we will be violent with anyone who fucks with us.

 

I think

in a book,

in that old book

It is written, that

In the last days, God says, 

I will pour out my Spirit on all people. 

Your sons and daughters will prophesy, 

your young men will see visions, 

your old men will dream dreams.

Who remembers dreams now?

What dreams?

There are no prophecies now, 

except those made in hindsight so

hell yeah, we will be hard, 

with any who try to be hard with us.

Drink ‘em All Before We Hit the Show

I was getting pretty good at shitting and the shitting was good but now my shit don’t work like my shit should. 1986 and 240 kilometers to go to head on up and hit the city and see the Judas Priest and Bon Jovi show and we drank 24 beers on the way up and I think it was the last model of Sentra that didn’t have a/c and the sheet metal was so thin on that car you could see the spot-welds showing through the body panels and the stereo didn’t work so we had a boom-box on the back seat and played Streetheart on cassette until the D-cells died and fuck me man, it was the best time I ever had. What I want you to promise me now is that when I win the lottery - you’ll get your money - for sure you’ll get your money - but there is just one thing I want you to promise me: I’m buying you a .357 magnum and one bullet and you gotta shoot me in the fucking head if I ever get married again.

 

 

 

 

 

Steve Passey is from Southern Alberta. He is the author of "Alone on the Couch With a Gun in My Mouth" (Anxiety Press) and a few other things, as well as hosting "Just Sayin' - interviews with writers and musicians, on CKXU.