I'm aware of the clock I'm aware of you Watching me Eyes like two dead hawks Perched aside a fence Left cold and battered Not empty but wasted Seeing is watching Taking in and molding However you want, my dear I am here for the taking But you can't have my heart It's thrown against the wall Of a concrete highway near route 30 For all to shoot at With cold and lies and crutches Humiliation is a scar on my right arm Still staring now?
5/2/01
