With each bridge burned
And body dumped over the side,
I slide through life,
Like a vagabond caterpillar,
Collecting knives and eyebrows,
pieces of my own heart
To glue back to together 
Like a mosaic in the subway station
On 86th street and Lexington Ave.

I knew I’d be here,
Starring at the sun
From the sunshine state,
With stolen sunglasses,
And a pocket full of regret,
Immeasurable amounts of scars
From knife rides in past lives,
Where I was the drunkard
In the driver’s seat.