St. Albert, I remember liking that town best
Walked through by the river, detoxing on long-life Libriums.
Those half-snows, half-rains. They validated my in-betweens.
Those were some solo hellrides, some benders.
Those were my near and dears, my never-enders.
You think about time and times you died the nines.
Live and learn, folly down, wisen up, some
Half-god knowing the stench only
Of his own shit. We're all holy
Assholes. The likes of us. But times have changed.
Lonelies submerge. Romances emerge. Families rearrange.
Start to manifest beyond fears. The destinies appear.
This shitty, though, downtown Edmonton's a gritty neo-blanc
Vortex polar, snowcalls hex'd and meth'd. Noir'd to dare.
It's extra but not too fallen. Cold. I'm minimal but living silver.
Streets walk better here on K-pins. Hot ramen bowls, strike
Through tough rhymes, nocturnal beats on repeats, playlists.
You walk much and forevers without an engine. Have less,
I possess knives, lives, dives, wives, nil more. Not
Cars, trucks, lucks, fucks, bars, hours, just guitars.
Still play nothing but a 'puter and an oppy more.
Downers will lay you down. Cities will sleep you up.
Do em downright, upwrong, together. Slurp some
Wintry beers on their deathening. And if you wake
Again, bone broth from chickens. Better drugs.
Better attitudes. Minor alter egos. Minor prayers.
Kiss your girl, hug your cat, call your mom, grace your gods.
In the afterlives I visit none other than no ones and nothing
Really happens and that's a fair city, damned, still.
No one but the overwatch and some lack of numbs.
