AFTER THE MOVIE


The lights of Jasper Avenue
attacked me
when I stepped outside

The night was cold
as I walked
dreamlike
among neon signs
people everywhere
strange people

Policemen
staring at me
in horror

Hookers
baring flesh
at my nostrils

Drunks
stumbling
over my very being

Canadians
ye fuckin Canadians
don't ye know a good beer
when ye taste it

I walked quickly
I did not speak
my fingers were frozen
I was insane

Then 
beer in hand
thoughts in order
I was home.



                                  (Mike O'Brien)