to glean

wanting careful

with her feelings

kid gloves in the snow

cotton wool

everywhere she goes

& she threw me over

thin orange pips

spat over her shoulder

no careful look behind

& when I cried foul

she laughed out loud

oh lover

don’t you know

what I say

I don’t always mean

& what I don’t say

is up to you

to glean

who pays the price?

you have to be careful living the right way

because the true path brings you close to

in ever increasing tight contact with

lopers dopers hopheads junkies cheaters

liars no hopers drinkers alkies wetbrains

better than you’ers do gooders dodgers mopers

lowlifers borrowers righteous might’ers

holier than thou’ers preachers leechers

man bites dog’ers fighters god botherers sneakers

no gooders  pan handlers vagabonds fake forgetters

& each of these has something

that they can teach you

bring you closer to the real what you can be

but the second they don’t listen

hold you blood tight to you

you have to let them go

as there is always a price to be paid

for being in touch with the living

those out on the edge of this

& if you’re not careful the price

will be you

scared

they were scared of me

they said

but I noticed

all careful & serious

not scared enough

to treat me

with a little respect

or the grace

charm

to explain

from their lofty position

using gentle words

what I had

that frightened them

most