So perhaps I should not have run away,
but that woman did scare me so.
A braver man than I would stay,
but I frankly just needed to go!
Signed in haste, and mailed without thought,
I rode the rocket the remainder of the day,
lost in thought, and ethnic odours.
The stations passed on in run-down glow,
announcing their presence in a show
the dog lying beside me understood more than I can say.
And I aged a lifetime for little more than two dollars that day,
as I rode through the city's underbelly mall,
and sweated in the knowledge
that even here the statue's mace
is one day bound to fall.
~~
I noticed later,
that somewhere between Summerhill and St. Andrew
I had scribbled down a thought:
Wherever it is we are going,
Whatever train we are never catching,
Whatever life it is we are saving -
And any laugh we may be stifling,
While another one is destroyed,
Will pale in timely fashion,
Like these grass-green fits of passion,
From a bare-breast rule of attraction -
That will require a reason to exist.
You preaching fallen victim.
So
Should Brion renege tomorrow
and sterilize our melancholy blue,
I'd still believe everything's yet a memory,
with strings that tie to you.