Important Open House Tonight

June 11, 2018

Tonight there is a formal Notice of Rezoning Open House for the major project proposed for the corner of Clark Drive & First Avenue. It takes place at VCC from 5pm to 7:30pm this evening.

 

This has become a contentious issue in the neighbourhood.  I fully support the project but others have very different views.  A lot of the arguments on both sides have become ideological rather than fact-based, and that, unfortunately, leads to division.

My hope is that this development receives a fast approval and a fast commencement to the project, and that those in the neighbourhood who are opposed will learn to accept that this building is a positive benefit to the community as a whole.

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Image: City Paints Itself

June 11, 2018


Poem: The Last Playboy of the West End

June 11, 2018

 

He stands erect

his jacket checked at the door.

Surveys the floor

where dancers more or less perform

to an MTV norm

writhing and circling by.

With his casual clothes

and his casual attitude

to casual sex

he is already a casualty

rushing headlong for an accident

and it meets him tonight in the form of

Barbara

a Barbie-doll beauty with C-cup breasts

and a heart full of

barbarous revenge.

She picks him

she tricks him

she licks

his ego

until he stands tall and hopeful.

He buys her a drink and engages in chat

while he makes sure that

he doesn’t smell too bad.

“Come back to my pad

and fuck me,” she croons

He swoons and tries to play it cool

but his head bobs up and down

like a fat man on a trampoline.

She drives

he strives to keep it in his pants

tries to make small talk

but just kind of rants

about nothing in particular,

his cock bent reticular in anticipation.

She parks and barks,

“We’re here.”

In the condo

he tries to fondle her charms,

but she wriggles from his arms.

“Show me what you got to arouse us.”

So he drops his trousers.

 

His flagpole slowly wanes in the breeze of her

obvious indifference.

Less than impressed

she refuses to divest

the clothes from her blessed

body.

Instead, like a cat, she screeches,

“Whaddya call that?

Some kind of bonsai?

I’ve had 12 year olds bigger than you, boy,

and 70 year old royals making me come.

So I’m not gonna sleep

with some self-absorbed creep

with a prick the size of my thumb.”

 

He went home by bus

didn’t make a fuss

just pulled the trigger

gave a small shiver

like the third orgasm of the night

It was the first thing he’d done right

all day.