Montreal Sidewalks

Written by Crybaby

Montreal Sidewalks
Burn into my soles
Rushing traffic aimless thought
Too much to think tonight
Words on the house that night
Convex concave relationships
Blank sheet, blank stare
A writers block
I'm a poet
On montreal sidewalks
Lighting up a thought
Burning a hole
On montreal sidewalks

Art is like French
a language I don't understand
yet speak it
Dialect my own

Please poor me no more words
I stumble and stagger along
On montreal sidewalks