Finn's Roller Coaster
Trevor Groves
Words
my four year old has a roller coaster in his head
that carries this crowd of crazy creatures
in every direction at the same time and it’s not just fantasy
he’s cramming a four year old universe onto his magic railway
but this is my roller coaster heading for trouble
hands in the air safety bar up
pushing past sensible limits ignoring barriers
clearly marked “danger: this ride needs repair”
too much work too much play
too many ups and downs too fast
too many beautiful words too little sleep
two little lithium pills reminding me I forgot them again
and I should be more careful but I can’t seem to stop
five days and nights in poetry Playland
taking every ride eating every treat
drinking in everything
but after words sick spinning
skull like a top I can’t stop can’t make my hand drop
the weapon I’m a word cop
talking a poem junkie off the Hellivator
see- I have alter egos
once upon a time I was a white rapper
Manic D bustin’ rhymes old school
to the tracks of The Sound Of Music
but the family never shut their fucking Von Trapps
and the second feature was a horror film
Halloween ’91 and I was Michael stalking myself
I’m supposed to be hypo-manic-depressive
it means under it means my crazed comic
my opening act lacked the crater-making impact
of my coal-black sad sack
but calling me hypo was astronomers saying
supernovas aren’t stars just one hit wonders
well they collapse after words
into holes so black they swallow light
right now I feel good not like when I wrote this:
unable to stop automatic writing automatic pilot
automatic thoughts popping up Whack-A-Mole
not a blur but a sharp ruthless hyper-real slomo
Agent Smith in The Matrix
and I am Neo stuck on a runaway no-amusement ride
not sure which reality’s going to stay on track
once I was the train wreck from The Fugitive
but I can’t play that scene again
I can’t afford to crash now ‘cause
Finn’s roller coaster is new and shiny and safe
but some day he may need my help
to stop his hurtling trains of thought
in 27 hours I’ve written five 3 minute pieces
of the best shit I’ve ever done
or maybe it’s just shit
I don’t care anymore ‘cause I have to stop this shit
I have to stop writing
I have to stop thinking
I have to stop
Creators
Trevor Groves
Trevor Groves is a Vancouver poet, songwriter, occasional slammer. He has performed in vocal groups such as The Next and House of Song and was a regular presence on the Vancouver slam scene for a number of years. His content covers diverse topics, including politics, mental health, and the human condition. Lately, Trevor has taken up the ukulele, affectionately dubbed “Metal Spike”, which has become a new accompaniment as he merges his various talents into wild, wacky, and wonderful ways of just being him.