Disguise

I live in disguise

I move from station to station

My dreams smash like glass acts

in jagged formation

like the fool that I am I swallow the slivers

and spit dead empty songs in the face of

miss givers.

 

Memories get pulled like teeth from the shelf

I look in the mirror but can't see myself

The one that I can't see is the one that I am

The one that I can't be is the one in demand.

HENRY ROLLINS