Two-Day Booze - Bison b.c.

Standing at dawn, watching the end — of beauty, identity, immunity

The end is something to live for, Vancouver’s an empty bottle

Our dying thirst causing problems

We stand at dawn, the beginning of something, heartfelt, replaceable

Two-day booze, works faster

My city on the water, spots of flame, midnight rain

The glass sky reflects our prize

Glass towers for sleepers;

they’re dying

Broken city for dreamers

Two-day booze works a faster fuse

Two-day booze works faster

Feels like falling

Shame, like killing

Homeward bound

Tension rising

Children of tomorrow;

earth’s new rapists

Spring rain comes;

wash away the purpose

Between our days, empty distance sways

Copper wires pay, for days and days

What are we waiting for?