On a cold day in Calgary

we burn to the ground
in a cement cemetary
please tell me you'll burn me too
when i die, when i die


This tree stood still
And we sat and waited
for the kill, underneath
How the apple fell
And how loud went the bell
Siren sounds came sounding out


Something regal went by
And quickly caught your eye
Is it sad to have seen purple
Without it ever calling your name?


We'd sit in your apartment
While the revolution was outside
Worlds went by your window
Where all would be deified


we burn to the ground
in a cement cemetary
please tell me you'll burn me too
when i die, when i die

On things that may be manly.

1.Punch a gorilla
2.Slap Bruce Lee with a steak.
3.Shred a guitar so hard you melt someone's face.
4.Catch a fish with your barehands and then smoke it like a cigar.
5.Inject yourself with Keith Richards' blood.
6.Referee a monkey knife fight.
7.Make love to over 100000 women at the same time using the quantum theory of superposition.
8.Noogie a feral beluga whale.
9.Be so muscular that when you flex your pecs the tide comes in.
10.Grow facial hair so epic, a movie will be made about it and your beard wins an Oscar.

On seeing a chubby guy in nothing but spandex shorts.

He was biking down the street from here to there,
A large gentleman swathed in a smile and body hair.
I heard a young lady wail, "Hide your shame"
He stopped and said, "You must not know my name"
"I am Naked Francescu!" He crowed with delight.
"I am a picture of beauty, and oh what a sight!"
Now, as he spoke, he shook and he trembled,
I gathered my thoughts and my wits I assembled.
"Why, dear sir, must you be in the buff,
I am greatly offended and I've had enough!"
He put his arm on my shoulder and said with a sigh,
"Oh my boy, you only wish you could be as nude as I!"
It occured to me this man may just be right,
My clothes were a hindrance, my clothes were a blight!
I threw off my T-shirt and peeled off my jeans,
And learned that day what freedom really means!
Now I don't know where this poem is going,
But I'm trailing off and my mind is slowing.
So I'll end it here, with me in the nude,
And if you need a naked guy, I'm your dude.

On subscribing to Richard's blog.

I can't do it.