24 PLANer OF THE ARTS / DECEMBER 1995

AN ESPRESSO, TEA & ICE CREAM PARLOUR

WITH INTERESTING THINGS OLD & NEW TO BUY

ON GRANVILLE ISLAND
(on the waterfront boardwalk
between the Arts Club and Mulvaney’s)

Untitled eo
age

have you ever

felt yourself ae oe

so tied up

in red barb wire

that your no longer certain
if the red

is the colour of the wire
or your blood

or the anger

exploing in your brain
and if you move

no matter what you do
how carefull you are

or how unheeding

of the consequences

You Wiel -seEbtr

cut yourself

to shreds

-cindy spence

lee

wAngst

a dedication of words to the
poetically endowed students of Emily Carr

by Jacob “Coma” Bauming

Drowning.
Drowning.
Cut my throat and set me free.
I can take your challenges no longer.
I am exhausted.
Have you had your fun yet?

Kicking me.
I’ve tried to be your marionette,

to no avail.

Tortured.
The slave of many games.
Your lies tear me apart
inside.

Capsized.
I can hear the words of so many lost meetings.
playing over and over in my head.
No more.
What will become of this tragedy
I call breath?

Only in Emptiness
do I exist.
I suffocate in your words.
They are caustic.
T can stand 1t- no -tongex..
Forgotten.
Never.

I cannot accept the responsibility of Living.
I have lost.

Defeated.
Exiting time in a whirlpool of blood.

Tears.
LeCLy.
And leave this world.

Alone.

24 rower or re as | oeceen 1995

AN ESPRESSO, TEA & ICE CREAM PARLOUR

WITH INTERESTING THINGS OLD & NEW TO BUY

(ON GRANVILLE ISLAND
(ca the waterfront boardwalk
between the Arts Clb and Mulvaney’)

Untitled

have you ever

felt yourself

so tied up

in red barb wire

that your no longer certain
if the red

is the colour of the wire
or your blood

or the anger

exploing in your brain
and if you move

no matter what you do
how carefull you are

or how unheeding

of the consequences

you will still

cut yourself.

to shreds

-cindy spence

wAngst
‘a dedication of words to the
poetically endowed students of Emily Carr
by Jacob “Coma” Bauming
Drowning
Drowning.

cut my throat and set me free.
T can take your challenges no longer
I am exhausted.
ve you had your fun yet?

Kicking me.
I've tried to be your marionette,

Tortured.
‘The slave of many ganes.
Your lies tear me apart
inside

Capsized.
I can hear the words of so many lost meetings.
playing over and over in my head.
No more
What will become of this tragedy
I call breath?

only in Emptiness
Go I exist
I suffocate in your words.
‘They are caustic.
I can stand it no longer.
Forgotten.
Never.

Z cannot accept the responsibility of Living.
I have lost

Defeated.
Exiting time in a whirlpool of blood.

‘Tears.
rer.
And leave this world.

Alone.