Shirt is hanging in the back
I’m hanging myself every time
I open my eyes in the morning.
I hear the crackle of the FM.
I’m calling out to shadows through
Foggy windows in the PM.
I’ve got a problem and I just realised it.
This comes as no surprise to me
Eyes are open, but fuck I’m not coping.
Just sitting waiting for a cure.
I’m looking for something natural
To get me back on the saddle.
Why don’t I stop?
I guess I’m comfortable.
I’m willing,
I’m able…
Let’s set sail.
First published in Rabelais.
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