the real wasteland
i came to a flat + desolate space there was
a shed where festivities took place filled with
china + x mas dinner valentine’s day conflated
with st. nick hermes weeping for my captivity
carltoncarded largely disregarded 100 yr. old
birthday celebrant in roses+pinks slept long and
often dreaming of the homestead a dirtfloor farm
house where life was rife with life +death
so what can we say about the day?
needed tequila restoria pot-oil transmutation gloria
and as i flew home over the frozenprairie i thought the
serialkiller guy beside me may have spiked my drink his
left middle finger on my mainvein all the way to thunder bay
..and april is the cruellest month..