Nothing matters less than I guess right now
I do
I don't
I won't care if you never talk to me again
I dare you to
I lied, I care
I will always care
Overshare
I know
I don't
Friday, October 27, 2017
Simple Man of Modest Means
Simple man of modest means
Rolls up his shirt sleeves
Dreams of counter culture, scrolling the job listings
Leans back for the vultures, rolling tongue, teeth glistening
Who’s listening?
There’s a scratch in the glass in front of his left eye
And a note he’s rubbed raw in a frayed denim pocket
There’s two sides to every coin he’s stretched
And more than I’ll ever know of love, he’s already forgotten
Simple man of modest means
A stack of paperbacks in the back seat
Sleeps in parking lots, plays guitar in parks at dawn
Keeps a growing list of thoughts he can no longer rely on
Brain or brawn
There’s a hole in the wall just big enough to see through
And a resume with aging names and numbers
There’s a new scar or two on his wrist since he last slept
And some songs on his chapped lips that itch for words
Simple man of modest means
The winters smell like gasoline
Summers gleam sweat stains and grinding teeth
Nothing seems the same since ends won’t meet
More bitter than sweet
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