Bright Spots

There are bright spots in the grayest of days
Work to do when no one’s willing to pay
Art to create which will never be displayed
There are bright spots in the grayest of days
There’s love to give in the midst of pain
Truth to tell when your partner remains unswayed
Even if Hosea’s wife still strays,
There’s love to give in the midst of pain
Be magnanimous in all of your ways
Lend the money knowing it won’t be repaid
As you watch your life’s savings circling down the drain
Be magnanimous in all of your ways
Choose to help when your nerves are frayed
Take no offence when mistakes are made
Lend a hand instead of giving in to your rage
Choose to help when your nerves are frayed
There’s a city in which the song won’t fade
A fountain of grace through which we’ll wade
Where we’ll lift our voices, no longer dismayed
There’s a city in which the song won’t fade

Backache

Tangled fingers obscure the world

Pain transmutes the question of where do we begin

Into a gnashed plea crying when will it end

Focus funneled to the pinpricked point of light

A star mushrooming plasma down neurons swollen with the message

ThereispainYouarehurtDON’TMOVETHATWAY!

 

Fractured cerebral cortex, Overheated engine

Steams

Surrendered to the onslaught

Of glass-toothed mole rats

Burrowing deeper

Incisors clamp

Stopping the train at Lumbosacral Junction