Moth Catcher

It's the Kootenays.
Wear what you want.
Wear nothing out.

"On the count of three,
Everybody yell your name!"
"Ehhhaaaaa!" Crowd sounds like.

Standing in line
At Kaslo Fest, lightning
Popping, cottonwoods

Dropping gobs of cotton
Along with wind blown leaves,
Gentlemen pissing

Into ranks of plastic buckets,
Harpoonist and the Axe
Murderer banging

Out the complaint
"They don't make 'em like
They used to." No, they don't.