Fashion

Fold the brim of World War Two
So it looks cool. Fasten it
With Spanish artists or Anne Frank’s attic
Depending on your head.

Fuck you–what’re you trying for
Flat brim and sticker still on,
Hologram of Atlanta in flames.

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Are we doing OK?

 

the theory goes

things go to shit

 

when people good at this

are promoted to shit they can’t

 

the system glitches

 

and I wonder if this principle

applies to second children

Provincial

In Ontario a man defends torturing his son because the Devil. In Ontario a man and woman defend letting their son die of meningitis because nature. In Ontario a woman still wants to marry the man on trial for murder because love.

In Ontario thirteen million people do not figure into these scenarios. Ontario has no identity other than a majority loathing for its government. Ontario is nearly entirely on Eastern Standard Time except it isn’t and we’re all going to die.

The official bird of Ontario is the loon. The call of the loon is like a laugh and sometimes it wavers. Ontario is experimenting with more beer.

Glean

 

More Prince clips. Saturn’s rings

appear to cross, but it’s only

our shitty million-dollar tech.

 

More Prince clips. Friends

shit on friends, look great.

 

More Prince clips. An interview in which

he attributes black violence to chemtrails.

 

More Prince clips. Somewhere

my second trashcan is full of beer bottles.

 

More Prince clips. Today the pain

is in my wrist. Goats is a thing.

 

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While I have your attention, please head over to Synapse and read today’s poem from Justin Million.

Haiku

 

August we notice

our hanging plant has dried out.

The baby is well.