arriving at steady delay
of plane rides sent from
whirling wet lands
retracing this innocence back
to a pay phone in Dublin
a bottle of bubbly water
and a piece of gum to help
combat the nicotine cravings
some fu*king delirious creature
was born on that flight to France
that night and we both saw it
tho in varying degrees
fast forward 4 hours to Paris
dragging Destiny down to the ground
with a bottle of beer and
a rose on Rue de la Roquette
where years before a long-haired
bum sang ‘Zombie' for me in
cracked english, harmonizing
to the tune of a busted guitar
missing strings and a german
shepard sat eagerly, idly
by his side
terrorist attacks in the underground
friends left below ground trapped
in bloody misery
bones, dreams shattered
choking on shards of
spine puncturing their soft throats
their faces mangled beyond recognition
all for the sake of fuc*ed religion
we saw this coming from way
beyond the womb
ah, Gare du Nord
a rich man's hell
a poor man's tomb
our shadows were left etched
onto the sidewalk for
eternity to pick apart