Devil's Creek - Propagandhi

Take me back to those

Sweltering summer days

Bike down the gravel road

To the creek outside the base

Sun on skinny arms

Chin on knobby knees

Squatting in the cool

Of the rotting of the reeds

Enveloping

No one here but me

Never understood the other kids

The adults even less

So I hung out by myself

In a back road drainage ditch

I called it Devil’s Creek

So it wouldn’t seem so sad

When you can’t have what you want

You learn to want what you have

These adaptive preferences

Have their way with you

Shape world events

In the wake of an ancient, shallow late Cretaceous sea

This side of a clay-packed extinction boundary

The biome breathing, buzzing, humming in the heat

If I seem like I’m somewhere else, it’s Devil’s Creek