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Three Scenes of the Apocalypse in Montr​é​al

from "​.​.​.​" by Isaac Vallentin

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There’s a cartoon devil on the streets of Montréal
With the fur hats and the baseball bats racing to the call
All along, the Mountain King was crying out to be heard
But the river started overflowing; washed away his every word

With the lost days of a cheaper rent
Construction cones and bad cement
License plates that don’t forget
Splashing in the water

With the unforgiving spiral stairs
The fat police who roam in pairs
And thrifted clothes you pay to wear
Flooding in the valley

With the wood-grain of the depanneurs
The promising entrepreneurs
And seasons that are just a blur
Washed out to the east coast

With the posters for the boring bands
The wanderers collecting cans
And perfect storefronts left abandoned
Clashing in a tidal wave

With the triple-story building vines
The mile-long public restroom lines
And cryptic lies of parking signs
All sank in the ocean

There’s a cartoon devil on the streets of Montréal
With the Peter Pans and Mohawk clans racing to the call
All along, the Mountain King was crying out to be heard
But the river started overflowing; washed away his every word

With the Sunday morning chime of bells
The fruiteries with bursting shelves
And metro stations, hot as hell
Splashing in the water

With the radiator window-mist
The protesters, their bleeding fists
And doctors’ office waiting lists
Flooding in the valley

With the fountains and their stolen coins
The braless daughter’s nipple-points
And neighborhoods that don’t adjoin
Washed out to the east coast

With the independent politicians
Ghosts of ancient exhibitions
Garbage piled behind the kitchens
Clashing in a tidal wave

With the graveyard and its million dead
Celebrities with shrunken heads
And aproned brothers breaking bread
All sank in the ocean

There’s a cartoon devil on the streets of Montréal
With the prostitutes and pinstripe suits racing to the call
All along, the Mountain King was crying out to be heard
But the river started overflowing; washed away his every word

With the shipping port that stinks of yeast
The pool-hall dive bars in the east
And the honking of the passing geese
Splashing in the water

With the triumph of the muraled walls
The broken light bulbs, darkened halls
And subterranean shopping malls
Flooding in the valley

With the whipping wind in empty trees
The je peux parler français aussi-s
And music on the balconies
Washed out to the east coast

With the faded chalk of sidewalk games
The dusty gravel clogging drains
And rampant unemployment claims
Clashing in a tidal wave

With the salt marks on the heavy coats
The toppled-over hydro posts
And old folks telling dirty jokes
All sank in the ocean

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from "​.​.​.​", released February 3, 2021

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