Tonight will be the night that we begin to ease the plugs out of the dam. And we still stand knee deep in the flow, the undertow will grab our heels and won't let go.
The moon hangs like the blade of an axe tonight, and it's poised to drop sometime soon enough on this dump truck where I lie mixed up with the morning's trash.
So I said, "lets forget these days and just try to build some solid ground. Maybe someday we could stand straight up with our faces in the wind and scream to the world."