Cost of Living

It may not set you back
Enough to really set you back
May force you to fall forward
Into all the things you lack

The strength that you’ve been earning
From faith and sustenance
Is spent on begging Jesus
For a twenty-second chance

The woman on the corner
Out from in between the throes
Spends her spirit running from the shame
Of taking off her clothes

The secret ways you bide your time
Are more expensive than you know
Filling your home with wrath and worry
Leaves less room to grow

The cost of living day to day
Makes it hard for meeting ends
Has us budgeting our love
And borrowing patience from our friends

Then when the stale day starts to sour
And cutbacks bend your brow
You contemplate a tragic means
To escape the here and now

Take life at face value
And you miss the value in facing life
The price of precious lessons learned
Is more than worth the strife

So be careful where you spend your heart
And what a sharp tongue may buy
Because life has a wealthy answer
For your patient, worried “why’ .

having writ

on the cusp of surrenderthe artist weighs a maybe on a plea

maybe
if i set my engine to this ache
my mind could get some rest
if i write it down, if i sing it loud, if i oil it to the canvas
being stabbed or shook or drowned it will pass silently in the night

and so she digs – gouges into what ails her
hollows her heart to spare the tissue around it

and with the final stroke, there it be
the masterpiece she’d grow to love
more than hate the thing that made it
a riot of residual emotion
in her living room
staring her in the soul

just so happened this time the demon
begat a beautiful piece of sky
with hues of you against a finer cloth
than you’d seen in these parts
in at least month of Sundays

motivation clad in the keepsake of that sanguinary battle ‘tween the bitter and the sweet

lossless

when you talk
i find it hard to pay attention
to anything but what your lips are doing

what?
yeah. sure.
whatever you want.

i mean, i’m listening
swear i am
but i get distracted

by what you’re trying to show me
and i just smile
and nod

hm?
nothing.
keep talking.

and then you get to the part of the story
where it’s funny
and YOU smile

damn.

i can’t
see.