Love and a Shoestring

T Jackson

 

 

Living on a breadline
In arts and far-flung dreams,
But living isn't turning out to be
How dreams suggested it would be.

But living among the mice is nice enough
They're scavengers and so, in truth, am I.
The damp and cold is like an old friend's smile,
Which whispers tender chills as it sweeps by.

What surprises the survival tactics bring
When you're getting by on love and a shoestring.

The condoms and the orange peel,
The plastic bag museum.
The billboards scream another feel
I'm trying my best to ignore them.

The daily apocalypse predictions
From daily shit-stained rags,
Nightly addictive predilections
Taken off a table out the back.

But living in the dark is nice enough
They're killers here and so, in truth, am I.

The damp and cold is like an old friend's smile,

Which whispers tender chills as it sweeps by.

 

What surprises the survival tactics bring
When you're getting by on love and a shoestring.