Another pill, another drink,
Sent back to 1975,
on some wild hallucinogenic time machine.
It’s football, Super Bowl IX.
I’m watching Franco Harris tear holes through the Minnesota defence,
over and over again,
in some sort of psychotic time loop.
a complete loss of contact with reality.
My grandmother’s serving Cheesedoodles.
I’m laying on plush, gold shag carpeting,
Another Tarkenton pass falls short…
Another pill, another drink.