9-30 Colonially Known as Vancouver

Because it’s tabula rasa here
The rain washes all the chalkboards clean
Ready for new instructions
Blank slates
Because we’re all actors here in Hollywood North
Pretending that equity is worth something valuable
Vacant stares and vacant homes
While the surf licks the cold sand
And restaurants grow and fail and grow again
like weeds with heartbeats
A rainforest haze throws a blanket on us
The kind of pine-scented dampness
That makes sure that anything untended rots
Everything turns to rust and mulch here
Stolen bikes are currency
The drunk man on the bus tells me
that we have never gone back to the moon
Because of capitalism
And that a person should be valued for what they are
Not what they have
And I can’t disagree
Because while there is reality and then there is fiscal reality
We can't seem to set our sights on anything good
The days slosh into one another here
There is only one damp circular path of days
I’m grateful to be here
When the rain calms me down
And tells me to be quiet and listen
But I can feel our intrusion
Our right angles
Our banishment of a nature that wants to envelop us
I feel the forest’s confusion that we don’t want to be included
I like knowing that if we died tomorrow
That our buildings would grow moldy and weak
And collapse into ivy-covered piles of rubble
More quickly than in other parts of the world
I like it here
And I’m thankful for the rain


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10-30 God Help the Universe

Yes the snake offered us the gift of knowledge
Because he knew it would hasten our death
The Garden of Eden did not happen a long time ago
It is happening now
We haven’t been banished yet
Our expulsion won’t come in the form of a deity telling us to leave
It will come in the form of our garden being no longer fit to support us
The serpent offered us the opportunity to become parasites
And we wolfed that opportunity down
The burden of intelligence
The ability to see what’s in it for us
To look out for number one
To see the angles
To gain an advantage
To screw each other over for a percentage
To climb
To see success as growth instead of stability
To subvert and create and twist
To improve
It’s suicide by auto asphyxiation
As nice as art is, as beneficial as science can be
It’s all masturbation that comes at too high a price
Side effects of the curse
There’s no way out
We will leave Earth because we’re crafty
We will not die here
And we will spread
And humans will be synonymous with cancer in the universe
Destroying with one arm
And patting ourselves on the back with the other
And always eating
Our mouths will consume galaxies
“Only enough to survive”
Will be our motto
As we apocalypse solar systems
Into our glowing bellies
God made us dumb as a gift
The snake made us smart
Now we turn the Garden of Eden into an anthill
A garden of eating
God’s curious about how it will all turn out
But he won’t save us
There is no rescue
This is our show now
And God help the universe


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