Post-Freedom

Edge of your seat,
sippin on La Croix.
Limp doll hangin on
a hook in your closet.
Fingers dancing over strings
Greasy hair,
acomplishment.
Bad Breath and
a smile to get you
through the day.
Jittery nerves
and traffic commin
off E 1st and Booney.
Garbage bags piled high
and a cracked coffee mug to
make you cry.
Dogs peeing on road signs
wood rotting like the brain cells
in your head.
You cut your lip on the
can, blood staining your palms.
Lady in a wet suit
laughing at your mistakes
A record player skipping,
skipping, skipping.
Boozers, stoners,
People just messin a round.
Climbing to the top,
falling to the bottom.
A man pulling warm bread
outta the oven.
and your still on the edge of your seat,
sippin, dippin, trippin on
La Croix