The Take

each counted piece claimed scot free beautiful designer name’s boosted in a hunter’s craze hustled hope for beggar’s pay strictly spent audacity dollars in hand turns an eye the devils way it adds up fast, cut the stack in half traded for a getaway let it ride another day living in a higher space the rent is steep, edge of a mountain peak separates the sow and the reap and every breath in between intoxicated on possibility the grit to devour and shine, the essence I define insatiably taking what’s mine watching the bottom line, wise to the final count, a sum of all things the take Terry D’Arcy-Ryan