of Montreal Lyrics (as Poems)

Nobody
can fall asleep.
I’m staring out the window
from my bed.

Pretty people…

everywhere,
sun-lamped tans
and flaxen hair.

But tell the American
not to stare. 

I practice
my Norwegian on
a poor, befuddled waitress

who shakes her head,
completely at a loss.

The streets
are strangely quiet
because 
     everyone’s
          away
               on
                    holiday.