by Luke MacLean
Albert Camus, Albert Camus
don't look in that rear view mirror
The ocean is straight ahead
It's undertow projects your solid and liquid
seeping through shattered windshield
sailing through the headlights of your fortune
and it feels so…
From Villeblevin to…
Can you hear the crickets Albert?
Just then a star from the sky flickered in your eye
I wish you didn't have to see that star
flicker in your eye
or that fucking cigarette
continuing to burn a hole in your front pocket
where you kept a train ticket.
Luke MacLean is a canadian boy who enjoys hockey, beer and chasing women.