Alberta, Winter

I came back as a wolf/ You were expecting me/ Tapping long fingers on a wooden table…

Everything is rhythm and pattern and tension- everything.

Everything is rhythm and pattern and tension-
Violence is rhythm and pattern and tension and I’ve been feeling pretty damn violent on this frozen tundra in this fucking ghost town empty streets full buildings unnatural I thought you were prairie folk sky lovers dirt holders but I’ve been walk-walk-walkin your streets Albertans and you’re scurrying into your plus 15s and your shopping malls like rats to sugar leaving me to enjoy the overwhelming vastness of the sky the incredible brightness of the sun the big empty roads and the careless piles of snow built up into primeval ice cave or accidental sculptures.

I’ve been scrapping and yelling with your locals, breathing in your dry cutting air.

I came back as a wolf/ You were expecting me/ Tapping long fingers on wooden tables/ I came back/ You were expecting/ I came/ You were/ I/ You / /