HIGHER
I WANNA TAKE YOU HIGHER BOOM SHAKA LAKA
The One That Got Away Fish Shoppe the sign said as I
sat on the 501 car seriously spinning my wheels Seasonal
slump Weather changes +winter haunt that smells of schnitzel
+ tears abandoned for parks where citizens stand too close to me
I want to scream: Read my body language rubes extraverted slaves!
What I am doing is intimate the consummate cliché Poet in pink
lipstick (MAC/Pussy Heaven) sits beside peonies + writes ditties under
cobalt sky Canada geese have shat on everything Grasping at the one
word that will elevate me to Can Lit royalty: Justin moose trees hockey ?
But these are NOT my native words I serve an obtuse alchemist
I have never seen a moose I did not vote for Justin I feel certain that trees
are full of bugs+ticks I AM A FAILED CANADIAN Did I mention that the
National game gives me hives all the screaming + high fives + the ball is so
small I much prefer the American game where giant men glistening with
sweat in skimpy outfits jump
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Spring 2016 for LeBron
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