| Posted On: | 2009-07-22 20:36:24 |
Franco's phone dont speak English
so
Mick flips his lid at the dial tone
and shoves the receiver up my nose
so
i baked a cake
and we got ourselves a date
its always the same date
at the same place
and hes always late
we got to be at the corner by 10
and weve got empty pockets and duck tapped shoes
the Plateau is only a slow hour away
our clock is quick so we skydive through St. Catherine
and all the coffee shop cool Concordia cats
pretending to be poets
slipping sideways on St.Laurent
we jingle through the Jazz Fest
only to amuse the stainless tourists
5 past 10 we suck the sidewalk of St. Joseph
drained and impatient
we claw and hiss at a single stare
"LOOK! that must be him there!"
Mick bubbles and Charlie Chaplin kicks
too bad our meal was thick and the wrong dish
but we gobbled like fish
and swam through the city to catch Kristel
and her band at the bar
the Kareoke bar to share
and
stare with eyes as wide as the sky
we play pretend
and
be casual backseat freaks with Slayer in our ears
5am is a goodtime to be off the street
but
early morning convulsions shoulnt dance under my sheets
he cant go to the hospital
but
we can go to the tombs together
