thoughts from the driver's seat (summer tour 2011)

My words float in the air, every noun, every letter, hanging above my head. I’m like a worm in the rain. I crawl across the pavement, unaware of the noose looming over my neck. I’m like a bird in the wind, finding struggle to keep flight. My exhausted wings continue to beat.

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I know what I am, just like the rest. An inch above a pig, but a foot below a man. But don’t forget what it seems, my dear; that you’re of reptilian descent and I can see all of what you are and every skin you’ve shed.

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You’re ignoring the signs and attempting a balancing act on the edge of a deep cavern of chagrin, an abyss of adversity. All I am is a puzzle of bones, pieced together with muscle and ligament. My adhesive blood will fail to keep structure. I will let you down and fall apart. Pull your heart from your ears, for my mouth is just full of stars. Tear your eyes from their home in your head and place them in each vessel so your heart may see that each of my words shall fade away.