BB Grey–musings

Life—
it’s me.
Rent is due.
Work is slow.
I am sick.

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I wish there was a meter
in the sky
counting how hard I’ve tried.
I’d look up
and know
if I’m winning
or losing
just like everyone else.
But even that
I’d find a way
to mess up.

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The road is potholes now.
Smooth parts
only make me scared
of what comes next.
I drive slow.
Listen for air.
Wait for something
to break.

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I try to be fair.
I do.
But I misjudged the weight
of things.
Of people.

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I am tired of trying
to pull crooked nails
I drove in too hard
with a bar too short —
gouging the wood.

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Life—
if you’re listening:
send something small.
A sign.
An advance.
I don’t need my share.
Just enough
to make it
to that job
that hasn’t paid yet.

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Your friend,
Walter