It is election night and I don’t want to
go to sleep without knowing if my city
is being destroyed.
If all of my friends behind all the
red and blue borders are becoming
pillars of salt because they couldn’t
help but look back. I’d like to take
more responsibility but I cast my Lot
weeks ago. I’d like to tell you
I know how this happened but
I dropped out of electoral college
and now I just look wistfully
at the electoral collages on the TV. It is
election night and I think the chief fornicator
just excused himself from the process.
I’m having a couple of angels over
for breakfast to discuss. The ancient
wisdom says one should get out of Dodge.
The ancient wisdom says there are
fewer people on our side than we thought.
The ancient wisdom says
we should take Canada more seriously.
The appeal of a small city, the healthcare
on every corner, the human beings in charge.
I may come off like a comedian, but
I’m just paraphrasing the oldest book we’ve got.
I’m just telling it like it was. I’m just exhausted
from having to talk about this at all.
I may go to sleep, anyway, before
all the buildings go away.