he tasted like cigarettes and dunkin
poster child for the sort of burned out
apathy you can only get when you
get back from vacation needing
another vacation and your agent calls
you before you’ve had a chance to sit
brings up the batman thing and
the economy is shit but you don’t
give a damn money keeps burning
the world keeps turning and february
is a lovely time of year for vegas
your shoulders fall defeated
carrying all the unclaimed baggage
of every intercontinental flight
that ended in heartbreak the subtle
defeat of forgetting the sun setting
and the paparazzo loitering in the
riviera country club parking lot
behind your house takes a telephoto
shot as you light up eyes a tragedy
and all you hear between that octane
burn crisp white paper from red hot
ember down to dirty yellow filter and
the jet plane plateauing on the horizon
is the sweet sombre sounds of the poet
the blastmaster krs-one and scott la rock
the drums you’ve been running from
heaven and hell is on earth
20th century steel band
warm heart cold steel
and the tune that takes you back to 2002
Jay Miller is a copywriter and cocktail connoisseur living in Montreal. Find him on Twitter @sootynemm.