Every day of our lives is a holiday
from tourists to friends, from relatives to new followers
searching for paradise in Greece, and so on
while hundreds of you are sitting in the living room
or waiting in taxicabs to the airport
the bigger and bigger cab companies are busy turning
not one but two engines making you drive like maniacs
they raise up the fuel pressure and ram-drill
when a map is displaying 6 miles to the airport
with crude satellite imagery they would drive much further
by each side, or cross the border, dash to the airport
without an inch to spare, nearly everyone in this overcrowded world
and through the Canadian sky is going to make it work
no way it’s going to work—cabs are designed for hopping into the back
and quickly rushing off to run late-night late-night parties to
where? Toronto or Toronto is catching you too—Is your destination close?
By the way for every single one of you flying out of Scarborough Airport
you know where to find the number of Toronto airport cops
whether or not they’re taking taxis, they don’t give a shit
and you want to know where they are at all times