zebrasindenver

nothing more than a softly folded piece of paper

pre/blank

awaiting your words

post/pen

the strangest thing happened whilst i was out there trying to find myself

i got lost

and stumbled blindly

upon you

step softly inside this little masked dream

quebec city with oysters, orange wine

windows rained out and hide the streets

light filters softly, orange light

warm, laptop, cellphone, heart

orange wine, orange light

kamouraska in november

has more than one horizon

all of them fainted

by the same darling mist

such a pretty autumn sadness

wrapped inside summers warm memories

if i had a thousand more years

a thousand blank sheets of paper

and a thousand new words

it would not be enough

to describe the thousand beautiful greys

that coat this eastern coast

she calls me on the phone from montreal as i roll through the hills of new brunswick

she tells me shes buying a slutty dress for tonight

that makes me proud

shes stopping the drugs

that makes me happy

im driving km upon km

i want to stop

drive home

undress my slut

call her montreal

2009 pops

2013 papa

2016 sir leonard cohen

Im not sure if i love you more because no one else knows

or if its simply because

neither do you