It is so highway
no lights dark
up in Bromont
mist on the lights
skiing in the glimpse
of no stars in the sky.
who needs traffic lights
when we drive so safely
coming back from Sherbrooke
videotaping 300 metre runs
and feeling proud to be a mama
and a papa rather than anything
else we have ever been.
And we have been plenty bad
bountiful good,
saddened red, careful yellow,
non-stop green,
turn off your lights
you don’t need
them in my dark.
Two more hours to go
and satellite radio
entertains us
as my stupidty never ends
and you make me laugh so hard
I piss on myself.
What is poetry you ask?
Everything you can’t see, I reply.
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