Changes

Radio waves become audio frequencies
as I frequent my favorite local afterhours bar.
There is no last call in Southwest Detroit.

Tracers transmutate into translated messages
from far-off lifeforms as I formulate a plan
to never come down.

A lost cause with lost car keys
and a staggering blood alcohol content
capable of navigating the saltiest seas.
Salt laden ketamine snot
drips dangerously down the back of my throat
as I bring the shipment into port.

Piracy at its finest.

Metric tons of sketched out fun
is how I stack my funds
loaded guns and 51s
all praises to the setting sun.

Fractal moonbeams become astral projections
as I once again evade Federal detection.