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Opus of Prince Arthur and St. Laurent, No. 03
Movement 3, ("November 22")

i switched pens
and i was a little bit late this evening
on my way home from Subway I was stopped
three times
people noticed my jersey and asked me the score
I love the fans and it reminds me of the specialness I found in three blocks

three police vans station themselves where people usually gather
I again hear the bass I would normally hear
from above
and I know you've already gone to sleep this night
It's pleasantly warm for this time of year
As christmas decorations go up and we've yet to have first snowfall
The cheesy Janet Jackson song plays on the coffee shop radio
A biker whizzes by outside

yes, I'm late tonight
was struggling to be happy with myself, ever struggling
Saturday nights are never the same without you
And spending them differently serves to show me what I miss in myself is you

it's a splendid little night out, but
the crowds have shrunk
those Escalades still remain though
and taxis multiply like guppies, swimming through St. Laurent traffic
the line at the shop here is one
203am
where did all those rich people go?
the ones I saw flocked outside Exit and London last night?

there goes a gaggle of Americans
It's clear they're not from this city
Just look at the way they dress, all sloppy

this one girl walked in sporting a poppy on her jacket
11 days ago was Remembrance Day and
Yet every day for me is Remembering you

the line of police vans is whittled down to one-
    -now none
they've all gone to protect and serve
I wish there were police to serve my heard and protect it from pain
the barista is cute; she made my vanilla frappe
the daytime one is cuter though
But definitely not as much as you

Although the corner is empty now, it makes me think
One month from now, we'll be reunited
Does it matter

Two tables behind me, an old man with buckteeth and the worst overbite I've ever seen
ah... there's some capitalist bastards now
cute girls, but how bout the idea of free market socialism?
my roommate's studying "the structures situated behind the manubrium of the sternum"
it reminds me of high school anatomy, when my life was simpler
but the radio plays "Another One Bites the Dust"
Here comes the moving billboard/

Best ass contest is back
So is Paul Oakenfold.
I thought it was Oakenfeld.  Maybe not.
Where are the bums, have they taken refuge?
Flown south for the winter
I wish I could fly south, but to be with you again
A group stands around taking pictures of each other taking swigs from the bottle of wine.

Alas walked some excitement into this otherwise dreary night
A group of pompom carrying women walk in, one of whom is veiled
They're easily identified as a wedding party and obvious who is the bride.
I've been blinded by love, but those clichés exist because of time-tested truths
Makes me think ahead to my own marriage
In due time, in due time...

The line's resteadied even though the ant clusters have all but disappeared
Extinct like the grasshopper or the guy who smacked his girl's ass?
Ou sont les montrealais de souche?
What happened to this city
What happened to the life and the vivacity?
I love the sight of your breath
The crispness of gaits
The shifts of wardrobes changes this city-
    who goes where and when,
    who has money and how
once again back to nothing

All the words I've said ring my truths
and I wish you could ring these truths back too
rather than leave the corner with nothing
even when I imagine us walking the corner together one saturday
but maybe it's because I changed my pens tonight
It often happens this way
Because this corner-
    this coffee shop, these banks, the resturants and
    the ants-
Make my pen bleed for you...