Montreal: Exit Guiltlessly and Namelessly

Shall we talk about dreams?
The lonely snow flakes crashing down
like glass petals onto a concrete floor
where candles have long replaced
the plastic light of neon tubes.
Shall we talk about love?
The forks dividing streams of blood
hammering luridly over the white keys
that stopped playing long before
you and I needed to be tuned.

When I last saw life
it swore it’ll be okay.
When I last saw life
it swore it’ll be alright.

Shall we talk about tears?
The leather strings tied across
both our faces, enveloping
you and me like winter’s threads,
contemplating its own navel.
Shall we talk about chance?
The fractals of misfortune
extending to languorous edges
repeating fate throughout history,
painting us, picturing us long before
you found me and I you.

When I last saw life
it swore love is always okay.
When I last saw life
it swore love will make it alright.

When I last saw life
it lied.

3 thoughts on “Montreal: Exit Guiltlessly and Namelessly”

  1. This is pretty brilliant, my dear friend. It deeply touched me.
    I love it. Would you mind if I (re)posted it on my tumblr? (I’d credit you, of course!)

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