Roderick plays a relentlessly raw and raucous guitar on this, frappy then thumping bass, his brother Malcom equally pressing with bullet snare playing and a steady onslaught of cymbal crashes. Wicked!
Appleton

Hooka squats on carpet, Buddha-
esque. Undulating spirals of sapphire
smoke hula up her nose. That buzz.
That buzz that slows

your blood, calls you back
to bed like a lover. Soothes your inner
asshole. B.C. bud. Best bud
in the world. Worth risking jail for.

High-resolution satellite images.
Narcs’ warrant executed Tuesday.
Grow-op raided Wednesday.
Dozens of firearms. Five thousand plants.

Big bust for a small town, says Constable Cook.
For export, for sure. Cultivation facilities dismantled.
Straight people relieved. Green party over,
but Zoe cried. It was the best job ever.

Dope dealers pay well. Her boyfriend
sold product at school. Their responsibilities
included digging a tunnel under the border,
blaming black fingernails and muddy jeans
on dirt biking at the gravel pit.

Parents were shocked. We thought she was on
MSN, chatting. We thought he was on
the Internet, with her, boy’s father chiding,
it’s APPLEton, son, not Marijuanaton.