Visions of Canadian Heroin in Glamourous American Waste Land

In a Vegas cafeteria-

We were smacking on greasy bits, high off bright lights, big sound,

and this gossipy little hometown bird flitted in, came chirping up to me,

tweeting tales from my northern motherland-

Singing of a party

where she saw

my ex-lover-

needle in one arm

drug all over his face.

I woke unsettled and sick