"A worn old suitcase so what if it's broken,
hopeless a little odd in a splash of autumn on drugs,
holding all weight for me the weight of me
and i need it like a friend needs me for a friend..."
"I'm barefoot, bristling
On my rooftop, solid
So like this dome of stars..."
Bend low and free the dead word
When I stand up and feel the head burst
WHen i stand out i'll hold it under..."