Voices lift us higher than any lifted high in locked bedrooms voices of angels steeped in risk and pure love I come across silly or played out or too strong a beat up beatnik wannabe with too many beer stories of *** drugs and rock ‘n roll but from an early age the words of men turned me into my own depiction of heroes wounded warriors smiling in vain despite the spite of the jealous majorities they cast out fishing lines and hooked me with hooks narrative to musical to comedic limelight and broken bic lighters and way too much baggage to take on tour on planes they connect through the telephone poles an ethernet port into my ear I may sometimes come across as thin as spread butter but the voices are still all bubbling up inside of me