gone to a cool
beer block party
on a cool Saturday
in a fucked up November.
while trying stouts
and sours,
I find myself
dancing to a cool band.
They are poppy,
mixed with folky bullshit,
this is extinction
tossed with the Canterbury Tales.
right before they
left the stage,
they said the name
of their band is Ralston.
weird happens everyday
to many people,
but it happens to me
a lot and specific.