Jets crash down over the freeway
shooting sparks across a river of engines
This is not my life
and that is why I love it
Smoke spirals down the tunnel
and around my ears
Scratchy mews/tires screeching
behind my heels and through my jeers
Solitary clouds hang their shadows
on marionette strings
Riding a chord of olive and dust
so far away from home
Where I left off, tall orders
--this is not my life
Twisting bright, ladybug small, a bit shaken
with my mark left fading on the road
I'll make them remember me
by these six shifting ways
Pull them into my left wrist
twisted in a breezy squeeze
Give the people something
they'll never understand
Low roofs and fronds, sloppy curses
plucking full on my wires
Burned my feet on the sand
--this is not my life