The old world
died

with the rise
of

McDonalds.

countries huge, bro.

Everything here
glows with
meaning, history,
allegory, antiquity,
and
worldliness.

Jet lag keeps
me windows
95. a sleep,
upgrade to
XP or higher
so the world
won't have to
pause & buffer.

Lost to the in-mind,
Eyes almost teary with exhaustion as city exhaust expends my already weary body, (... mind... soul!...)
I walked into the washroom at Tilley's travel emporium (you know those hats you see on Steve Irwin? The stereotypically Australian saucers with a tilt like a collision? Tilley hats. They were invented by the creator of this store.)

and it smells like you.

all my weary head can imagine

is your

midnight mouse

of a snore

and
       your

soft

       lava-stone skin

the solar system of freckles on your shoulders

the stars of

birthmarks

on your

      arm.

I say good night

as

    Canada

     tucks the 2 of us in

   for the last time


     until

    April.

we're all made out of

would.

slasher films always had me wondering
if I was capable
for no reason.

play with the
head-rush thought
of distrust in myself
over ******.

could I ******?

could I could I could I could I
cold cold cold cold cold

it was a
dark
and
stormy
night.

slow and steady
wins the

wait.

slow and steady
wins the

I

slow and steady
wins the

for godsakes I went slow and steady because I had no

desire

for victory.