meeting sneaker pimps
on the street corner,
while convinced nothing
is more than me.
and then the piano starts,
and breaks my heart,
so save me a little
of your leftovers.
I'll take what I can get,
but I need a place to land,
because once I was told
there was silver in these sheets.
tomorrow is garbage day,
but tonight is to be saved,
not thrown away
as lost love in kitchens.
in all honesty,
I just need a weapon of a woman
to wield when the sun attacks
and tries to slay the day.
life ain't good
if it ain't good,
and I am just trying
to try, am I not?