Taking Shape - Kevin Devine

In the dentist’s chair

Waiting on the lightning bolt

Metal machine music

Ringing my conductor skull

Thinking on your counsel:

«Nest no wounded bird

Mind your hero complex

Mine never really worked

It only brought me trouble

It only gave me hurt

But I don’t really have the right to say

Everybody’s different

I’m the same

You stumble in the dark

Forget your place

End up this way."

Tickling the trigger

Artless at the hive

Crashing around, tonedeaf

Daring you to die

Mumbling, «I love you,»

Coughing bloody yolk

Threading a minefield, blind

Angry, and I didn’t know

I could spit so spiteful

I could cut so clean

So I don’t even have the right to say

Anything is different

I’m the same

Fronting through the part

With a straight face

Wired this way

Moved in meditation

Comfort in the current course

Watching regret and shame

Alchemize to wise remorse

Today I’m done escaping

Tomorrow I reserve the right

To splinter the peace accord

Kill it with my despot mind

Floating toward a channel

Narrow but it’s clear

I don’t even have the right to say

I understand what’s «different"or «the same»

Standing at your door

I’m taking shape

Working away