So far at this bar tonight I’ve picked up the key to the storage locker I’m sharing with the bartender, met a guy that’s moving to California and wants to visit all of the art museums before he goes, and met a guy that recognized me from school and we talked all about volunteering on farms oversees and what teachers I should take my senior classes with. This was a productive bar trip.
petition to rename the usa ‘south canada’
what about alaska
are we then normal canada
canada a bit to the left
What about South America? Is that just America? Or South South Canada?
i cried my ass of laughing
i caN’T BREATHE OH MY GOD
I’m not even from Canada but I approve this change of names
I fell in love with a Hooded Figure
who tied my tongue with an ink ligature,
and silently urged I write this poem.
Please believe me I wasn’t forced,
through bone telepathy or the code of Morse
to pen this uncoded, un-subversive gem.
On the desert farms, the ghost-eyed maidens make the cheese
while a maelstrom of thick milk falls with ease.
Our punishment? Hot-blooded clotted cream.
The days here pass like cancerous sunspots
and black metal trees can’t compare to Car Lots.
You are in Night Vale. Welcome.