I remember being final and free

Bummed a quarter, the bookies were stuck laughing

Never abroad and I’m chewing on a loosie

Dragging brain drain of your choosing

Folks dodging, singing karaoke of credit

Blanks enter my skull into walls of your apartment

Square footage with my hands and I am sightless

Dealers shuffle Zen gardens in the card deck

I am wise

I am so fried

Rang dizzy inside

Fuck me, I’m alive

Cast iron curls up a think for me

Presented to the crowd, remains invite only

Sucker for a fossilized purple bruising

I inhaled pure carbon like a movie

Each Wednesday, I load my boot with a beast

State flag on newsprint, optics take the lead

Snapshot of long-form winded by the breeze

Fake gas pump for photo opportunities

I am wise

I am so fried

Rang dizzy inside

Fuck me I’m alive

All duties paid to the Uncle Sam of losing my shit

We aren’t on nickname basis, but social setting allows

I extend my hand to all probable possibilities

That I may be baptized in seltzer made from glaciers

As cherry water runs down my spine

I recall coupon codes from minimum wage jobs

Unionized by labor kept in sheepskin

Saving up for tires that light up when you drive them

She was a real cool hand in the icy figure eight

My dreams were projected on national monuments

I sat in the lawn wondering “should I dose again?”

Or just break into song with Illinois flowers?

I am wise

I am so fried

Rang dizzy inside

Fuck me, I’m alive