Saturday night I caught a subway car full of drunk and lonely men.
Every seat was occupied
by a loser.
Defeated and sizing up the other losers,
hoping to collectively learn from each others failure.
Their eyes red and sore from too much hopeful-gawking,
dissecting each others choice of scent, clothing and swagger,
wondering how it all went wrong?
Meanwhile on the surface, in the streets, the women of Montreal run free.
Wild, and feeding – gorging on the endless stream of losers,
sending their defeated corpses below to ride home together on the green line.
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I was just there and it was overwhelming the flesh!
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