1
i
am
han solo
but
thinner / effeminate
and
i
find
miniature face-hugger aliens
pale and pink
in
the
drinking water
2
my desk is out on the front drive
i fiddle with a big spliff
scared to light it / too early
and
gone
faces
from
gone
jobs
ask me my passwords
and
say
why
do i encrypt anything at all ?
3
heavy bags weigh me down
lost ID preys on my mind
and
cocaine in a crisp bag
on
the
top
deck
of
the
number 154
is
caught in the wind
always
just out of reach
and
i
am
almost almost almost
nearly
in
control
