Sputtering life like in an ant farm
but more chaotic
and hotter in the summer
so much hotter
you swear you’ll dry out.
And colder in the winter
so much colder
you swear your heart will freeze
and stop bumping.
Clouds of blossoms
floating on
crowds of people
swarming on
holey streets
going all to the same place
at the same time
like lemmings knowing it’ll hurt
and still hurrying to arrive.
Proud to be there and
be where
no one else wants to be
paying high prices for nothing
and feeling their flesh burning
smiling and polishing their nails
in the right colour of the season.
Stepping on butterflies
who show dead people
and remind everyone of nothing
because they’re too busy to learn.
Busy making money to pretend
to be someone who doesn’t suffer
of danger and exploitation and
constant fear of everything.
Building higher walls
and flying far away on vacation
to pay less for more useless stuff
to present the kids who are
being raised by a Nanny because
you are working to get a safer car and
pay a better Nanny.
Dressing up to go walking in the park
so the others notice your new sneakers
you bought in Miami.
Meeting on the river shore
to watch the most wonderful
sunset turning the world into
a pink and orange romantic painting
sharing this special tea
that tastes of earth and freedom
and kissing until your lips hurt.
Passing under a tree with blossoms
falling like raindrops
covering the awry sidewalk
making it feel soft and smooth.
Hatred and love go hand in hand.
Happy Harbour.
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