Lequanne Collins-Bacchus

$3.37 Beer

When I consider how my night was spent,
Running on the streets of downtown Quebec,
Whence I found a bar, and thought what the heck.
Stole a beer; salvation from jail’s cement
I was exalting. But the abhorrent
Choice was seen by the police on the deck.
So now I am back here, in a bloody wreck
For the same reason I left, didn't pay a cent.

Already arrested by my mind’s discords
I was simply taking what was in range!
If I should rot in jail, then so be it.
Nominate me for the Darwin awards
If you will, but of nothing I would change
In this life, for my love is illicit.

Feelin’ the Blues

Coughing, sneezing, sniffling,
He’s caught it:
Lovesickness – of the fiscal variety.

His head spinning,
Tossing and turning,
Unnerved by the state of affairs,

As he hibernates on that hill,
Yearning for the love below,
Moaning, ‘Oh Canada’ in his nightmares
Only his Uncle Sam tends to him.

There’s no blue in the flag for a reason;
It’s not a Kleenex.