alien drug trade
we got in the car
and made a beeline downtown
it was almost december
and it was goddamn cold
the northwest wind
having gone crazy all afternoon
I had the capital
and you had the road map
a big fat beaver moon
illuminating our every move
everyone knew the aliens
had the best microdust
the trick you said
was all in the translation
I’d been underground before
but not in the inner city
and as we continued
to descend further
an inner emotional voice
kept telling me to fear not
november two thousand twenty
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