Greg Evason
Greg Evason currently resides in Toronto. He has published about ten chapbooks and his work has appeared in magazines around the world. New work continues to appear on his blog, PROJECT 51 (http://wwwproject51.blogspot.com/).
Besides poetry, Greg Evason writes plays, short fiction and novels and is a musician and visual artist. His drawings and collages appear in the same magazines as his poetry. Many of these drawings and collages, as well as some of his paintings, are for sale on the Internet at two art sites: Artbreak: Explore - Hot Right Now and http://www.discoveredartists.com/GregEvason. He hopes to eventually produce some CDs of his improvisations on piano and guitar.
STANDING IN THE BANK
someone was standing inside me
as I was standing in the bank
and the two of us
were staring at the guards
as they brought in or took out
bags full of money
and I was scared
because it seemed like
whoever was inside me
was thinking about
robbing the bank
but as things turned out
that was a one time thing
and I never felt the presence
of that would-be bank robber
inside me
ever again
which is not to say
I’ve always been alone
since then
SOFT WHITE WALLS
my finger went in
created a hole in the wall
out of which dripped
this brownish orange liquid
and then I heard church bells
I decided I would not rent
that particular apartment
instead
what I ended up renting
was a small house
that existed all on its own
hidden behind a much larger house
where a powerful born again old lady
by the name of Faith
lived with her equally born again
but severely pussy whipped husband
whenever I talked to him
I felt this warm energy
coming from his chest area
sometimes they brought me dinner
I reminded them
of their schizophrenic son
who died in a drug-infested car accident
my little house itself
had been built in the 1950s
by a couple for their schizophrenic son
and I never tortured cats
THE MOON IS BLUE
eggs stay
where they are
on the dais
waiting
for
the palm
of a sad man
to prepare them
for love
and just then
some syrup
and some pancakes
and some hot black coffee
I drove the truck blindfolded
during rush hour
and took her
and her friends
to exactly
where they wanted to go
without them telling me
where and without me
having a clue where I was
when I got there
suddenly they started to giggle
which I assume
meant I was getting close
I felt directed
to slow down
and to turn right
and then to stop
and I heard myself say
“okay, we’re here,
wherever here might be”
as it turned out
I’d driven them
to this incredible waterfall
I’d never seen before
when they told me
where we were
I still didn’t know
as the name of the place
was not at all familiar to me
so we enjoyed the waterfall
for a while
and did some hiking
around the site
then it was time
to get back into the truck
I put the blind fold back on
and drove us all
back home
to our little town
then within a week
they all moved down to California
to study the chakra systems
of flowers
VERY REGULAR
I watered the flowers
with my sloppy telephone
as I sank ever so slowly
into the cement
of the driveway
just as a bold new opinion
came down
from above
which caused me
to rethink everything
and when that was done
I went back to being
who and what
I’d always been
as the sun swelled
to several times
it’s normal size
and seemed
to come down
so close
I felt I could
almost touch it
it was the dawning
of something
and I was
its only witness
and there was no one
to drive the car
ORANGE PEACH MANGO
tomorrow I was different
when you turn the page
you will get something different
which is not the way to do it
according to the mar-
ket
which states you should be
the same as you ever were
but I am not Leonard Cohen
nor am I Charles Bukowski
nor am I a lead pipe
used for bashing in skulls
one day I write a poem
that goes down a page
the next day
I fly a plane upside down
the day before yesterday
I spend drawing naked women
with my left hand
one thing I’m sure I won’t ever do
is drop cluster bombs
on villages
then tears were served
the queen bent over
to tie her shoes
and in that seemingly simple act
lost all her marbles
