Smogocalypse (or, "expect highs of cloud 9")

sure,
Ashland smoulders
under a smog-red sun,
but it’s a sunny decade:
cold-war icicles melting,
green, grassy, manicured yet groovy

That's right
all you dada daddies:
All is high:
even the Harvey Pekar rain-drops
be falling up
into the sky.
Yes, these are the days of askew:
cheer up,
you’ll get through

So, why don't you
take off your Dr. smog masks,
drop some lime-juice
into the shade around
an icily legal Coca-leaf-water,
and breathe in
some sweet Shiva toxic sativa?

hey, "even the Mona Lisa's falling apart."
- Pahlniuk