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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