Stoned in the back of

A barroom

Bricks broken barely able

To spell.

I left my bike

Bone-locked

On the streetside

Checked on it from the window

Strolled up and out

Of the edge.

I was numb.

And there was a lot of sound -

Felt like bamboozled bamboo

Like baboon’s booze

I couldn’t tell you

I couldn’t yell to you

That some corners

Should be left.