Ticker Tape - Laura Stevenson

It’s known

Alight and overgrown

But sturdy in its haunches

Lines bowing forward from the shoulder

Worn and molded-over

Check throats are there to keep the moat

From trembling through sills

And your trench foot

Looks like its bound to put you in the ground before your time

I’m high and gone

Young drunks are swimming in their work

They think it’ll be worth more

Lay prone and pedaling your word

It’s next to nothing and you know

Your god is a sentimental one

If ever I had known one

And I’ll be always up in arms

On that you can rely on

I’m high and gone

Make ticker-tape from my minor vita

Come on and watch it fly

Watch it 'til it’s high and gone

I’m high and gone

Turn world it’s over now

Unfurl your fingers my engine’s slowing down

Unhitched from fixes last year the past year’s undone