Neal Cassidy and Me

Lightning in a little bottle

Rolled into a shirt-sleeve

Dean Moriarty cigarette-pack style

And thinking quietly to myself

Don't, for the love of God, drop it

OR FOR CERTAIN WE SHALL ALL

EXPLODE

Such was the hope: 2002

The new things like days of old

Just hold your mouth right:

Little left and all toothy grin

Just the way I've always been

Maybe not....Maybe newer

Maybe too weird and wired to live

Longing to see and ride a little furthur

Always west and always faster

1/46th of a second or so

Crest of a wave, bound to come crashing

Bound to go bouncing along the shore

Of course all busted knees and elbows

Red eyed and in need of a bed

Mixed up in a movement / Out of my head