Sunday, February 10, 2013

wasted hasting

I can feel a twinge of sadness
a hint of pain
I succumb to the cancer
maybe my body
made me my wake
stays cold and breathly
leg staves the shakes

my morose entropy
my shaking leg
i thought i told you
remembering
how to live
where to drive
when to look
and love

endeavoring, leaking
stealing


part of the drag
no buttons or tag
no price to call paid
no relinquishing
can you make sense of me?   

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