paid hard

paid hard

for the simplest things

you know

everything costs the poor more

in hard earned cold coins

scraping the edges of my tired hands

in the giving over

for each minor mistake

I felt the lash on my bent back

pushing me along

go further along steel tracks

find something there

you can’t be here amongst us

try over again make like new

no accidents here

no missspokes misunderstands

no walking it back

responsibility is only

really there for the low

& I hear them uptown singing now

justice does not apply to me

& I’m wondering why my back teeth ache

this hot anger ebbs & flows

while downtown

only the gospel choir really knows

coins of the i ching

that pretty head

bowed over the coins

sticks of the I Ching

searching the numbers for meaning

& I was but a fool

for not understanding the dream

she needed to know the portents

while I was drifting the scene

letting life roll on along

if we were to be together

let the future so be it

& if not

then all we had was nothing

our coming together

falling apart

was to be unseen