Toronto: a poem

Because the noise is ceaseless

Rent is nuts

Brunch sucks (unless you eat it homade in the woods or something)

Can streetcars stop?

Can’t people walk?

“It’s time” says clock

Therapeace’ found on docks

Or rocks…

Fit in no box.

Srsly…this sucks


Makin me some bucks

New shirt #T.O.Yuck

Westward, wish me luck!