She’s got an ex owes her some money
& a freshly broken heart
even if she don’t know it
Money’s never a non-issue
it’s poison for
poor kids & dumb bastards
Many people I know
treat it like the holocaust
leaving any discourse on the subject
in the hands of
the experts & the obscene
They only ever talk about money
when it’s failed
then panic, fear, resentment, & guilt
pour out in tears
scream in closed rooms
stand rabid & hungry
in official documents
notices, & phonecalls
It’s only ever an issue
A friend of mine told me
my next story should be about
how you can’t take anybody
on their word anymore
I told him it sounded more like
a life’s work
and we promised to keep in touch
We haven’t yet
but I ain’t worried about it much
we’re good for it
Anyway,
I told her what I thought
about the real deal
said
Life is one
deep & lingering tragedy
after another
sprinkled with innumerable
tiny victories
luckily though
the celebrations are frequent enough
that they keep us
pretty well distracted
and that’s that
war every day
We live
like we share every room
with elephants
She told me
you got to thank
whatever watches over you
I replied
Yeah
if you got to
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sometimes i feel more inclined
ReplyDeleteto thank
a deep, lingering tragedy
for getting me here
i wondered about past loves
and the lives we had.
wondering what end games
i could have come to
and if i missed any boats
or busses
or trains left
at stations
untold.
but i never missed a bus
or a boat
and i left most trains
at stations
to get here
all luggage in tow.
so i live out of suitcases
and i'm always ready to
emotionally move.
but that's fine by me
like orange sherbet
in push-up pos
is fine for
a summer's day.
I thought I'd been around
ReplyDeletebut I didn't own a piece of luggage
until someone issued me one
Now I got a couple of duffles
and a nice vintage American Tourister
as a gift
I think that Tourister
is all I'd ever need
but there's no way
it'd get past security