Fine My Happiness

Sharpen my rusty blade
on your sun
these rain-soaked ways
need rays

put my peace
in check
when something inside
just wants to check out

want to hold a fire
to these

want to take
a straight edge
to this
stubborn stubble

want to take
my chips
and settle
all bets

no effort

paint a pretty
free of charge

but someone’s
got to
fine my happiness

why do I
got to fine
my own god
damn good times?

smile. with. no effort.
something in me
strangles ease
& stokes a struggle

that’s the way
my chips fall
that’s the way
my cookie turns
to crumbs

and I am
for your
tall glass
of milk


© Copyright Steve Shultz. All rights reserved.


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