Alberta

The fine,
young,
frenzied,
feat.

Filled faerie land,
with fluff.

Mi madre,
must,
make,
more,
mush.

While we bicker,
banter,
and spat.

The hell with all this trash.

I wither and want,
but nothing transitions from something.

Do you know the candy flute man?
The way his randy tricks lure,
allure,
asphyxiate?

It's prime time,
to unwind.

I have a date with the devil.

We're to go bowling with a pocket full of moonshine.