Seemed like a part of me.
Like a leg, like a leg asleep.
If I'm buckling, if I should
sway, coldest shoulder showing,
let me give way.
Seamed to a part of me.
Let the peg curse the amputee.
Now I'm borrowing every second
stride. Anchored to the hour. Second
I've been counting my good days over
satiate ashtrays. Borrowed time
left me no one to repay. It's not mine.
Abbreviation in off-grey.
I've been losing teeth in my dreams.
I guess I'm supposed to know what that
means when waking, spitting blood on
my sheets. Infinite at first sight.
Sawed off come quarter life.
Killing time; perfect crime.
Given spent and never saved,
I've got one-way history down.
We need something else to waste.
Seemed just like a part of me.
from Weary, ON
released March 14, 2015
Additional writing credit goes to Doug Clarke.
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