Banff

Today, they let me climb all over a glacier while peeling an orange.
So sometime soon, I reckon, I’ll be getting my balls waxed on the moon
while marveling at how well nut milk froths in zero gravity.

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Some hippies in a river the colour of a novelty shot.
“God has a head injury and the aurora borealis is his fucked up aura!” I shout at them.
I’m drowned out by a freight train bearing
electric pickup trucks,
THC-infused rootbeer
To some place I’m glad I’m not.