meet me in Downtown Montreal.
just show up announced.
sit on my couch.
draw with red and blue crayons
on my rented white walls.
while I break my cellphone.
I don't have a computer
and
I don't have a daughter.
but I feel like a hitchhiker.
and I talk alot.
laughing with a mouth of blood.
I am the next of kin.
for swimming pools are bullshit.
and I was wrong and wrongly ironic.
the car is double parked.
I kept you there, so long ago,
my bones were wrapped around your skin,
smile large, dear, and I disappeared.
Be careful what you wish for
when you're young.
Oh, I like that button.
I am in the middle of the cliff and the sea.
I am still ugly.
we are in the belly of December first.
we are the worst of the worst.
Marty lives in LA.
Marty likes some of my poems,
others he says he does not understand.
I have no response for that
or life.
I have an answer for coloring books and love.
something like laughing with blood in mouth.
Romantic. Hopeless.
I see secrets
safe in the
palm of your hand.
Get Sunday out of your
mind and give up.
Let's keep a zoo and pride,
and say goodbye.
Let's rob a liquor store
and fall in love.
I want to stop writing and go for a walk.
along Rue Sherbrooke,
and smoke a cat
and forfeit.