Thursday, February 25, 2010
fatriotism
the site was gone for a while.
im not sure where it went, but now its back.
fucked off for the olympics i guess.
in the meantime, i documented a few of my olympic experiences in the river.
along with my river-swimming friends.
i thrive on these great tests of athleticism and endurance and courage.
these apostles we worship, as they battle for treasure.
within our very own castle walls.
in victory, held higher than heroes of war.
in defeat, cast aside with shame at their feet.
all painted brightly, on my old friend, TV.
strange feeling this patriotism.
strange and wonderful and nervous and joyous and destroyable.
like booze, but without the syrup shits.
after last night, im right here with everyone else in the country.
jacked full of pride and power.
pomp and circumstance.fear and fearlessness.
some TV guy called yesterday 'wonderful wednesday'.
so i wrote it on my pad, to remind me.
on the way home from the hockey game, i heard the bobsled victory live on the radio.
smiles on highways.
i remember writing years ago about how the CBC used to air the gold medal game from 2002, late at night, about once a month, and id come home all shitty and pass out all happy.
but, of course, we mustn't get ahead of ourselves, and play it 1 game at a time.
these games have brought together patriotism and partyotism.
i have over-indulged and under-slept.
screamed in victory, screamed in defeat.
words dont well describe the feeling in the city.
a socket-set of separate sizes.
each with their own special spot.
pride is a passionate beast.
it lets the pit bull off the leash.
and swallows work-day afternoons.
well, on we go, with flags in the streets.
stomping hands and clapping feet.
screaming in victory, screaming in defeat.
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