Oil Spill
<< 10:02 p.m. - Thursday, Dec. 18, 2003 >>
That there, that's not me.
Walking, blue lines blurred and throat cold.
Yellow hair. Yellow coat.
It�s in my face and I can�t see.
But still, it�s not me.
Not me.

I�m just not here.
Oh my.
Gone for a long trip, dear?
No.

You got angry.
I turn my head away
for a moment;
and lost another one.
This balance I seek.
Cannot find.
Cannot reap.

I�ll turn my ears out again.
Halfway?