I pawn my prayers for a handful of hunger and the clerk calls it salvation.
One's halo's on hire purchase cracked chrome still sticking on the devil's desk.
I trade mercy by the minute marked down,moth eaten!,mislabeled as hope.
My heartbeat haggles with hell drumming debt into my desperate dawns.
My tears come with interest,each drop a receipt stamped *Final Hell.*
The Spirit goes AWOL on paydays,replaced by plastic faith and payday psalms.
Heaven's door has a coin slot but my pockets cough only dust.
I'm a ghost on consignment groaning in gospel tones for one more breath of grace.
Angels appraise my agony and cry,"too used,too human,too late."
I sing in chains proud and penniless,a prophet of pawned redemption, my soul on layaway.
Oh, wow, it's been almost a year; I see..
Since I last let all my words in mind run free.
But now I feel like my pen feels right in hand,
To spill the thoughts my heart had planned....
The clock now reads exactly four fifty-four,
ohhhh, yet sleep still lingers at my door.
I remember, last night, no dinner, straight to bed,
Still in my work clothes and rest instead.
And now morning suddenly greets me, pen in flight,
Even though there's a little headache, I'll be alright.
Ahhhh, let a warm water, glide my throat
And soon a shower, then I will off to go,
Today is March 14, 2025 the payday glow.
A dropper of winsome Fall
in my cat-eye irises.
I fall for this payday of
solitude and promise.
God’s mercy and grace
in the Southern places
of my soul, playfully sourced -
Autumn in living color.
I saunter the shadows of treetops,
burns of yellows and reds -
sardonyx swirls of prose
amidst the evergreens.
A cool cat on the prowl,
not seeking a victim,
but relationship in this season
with open arms, ready
for blessings like raindrops,
showers from head to toe,
a sea of leaves to sink the teeth
into - life’s ebb and flow.
9/28/2022
It lay gleaming in the window
It was the day after payday
You newer know when you are in too deep
I went inside
Looking at a diving watch, a quite good-looking one
You newer know when you are in too deep
A pretty shop assistant
Her smell
You newer know when you are in too deep
She didn’t smell bad
She didn’t use perfume
You newer know when you are in too deep
But her smell hit my nose
It must have been the day before ovulation
You newer know when you are in too deep
She was too young
The setting was all wrong
You newer know when you are in too deep
Holding that watch in my hand
Looking at her
I knew I was in too deep
My basic instinct, from the stone-ages, was put to bed
I decided to try another shop too
I knew I might find a better price
Been wearing my watch for 25 years
I will never reach the max diving depth of my watch
But I know I can get in too deep
A lady from Burton on Trent
Would never have sex during Lent
Her husband would bleat
So how do we eat
And how do we pay this weeks rent
In the morning her eyes paint the cities horizon.
Stretching and yawning.
Getting dressed; Her blue tapestry.
Opening the door to her apartment
She climbs down broken stairs.
It's payday Friday.
The mail man is late again.
Opening her box closing it right back.
She considers direct deposit,
Climbing back up those old creaks in the stairs.
To a notice on the door.
Excessive noise complaint
Rent past due
Step right up unto the latest craze
Doe bank baby trying to escape
Big buck's double digit haze ?
A phenom horned in sound
Sweeping across its banks
Her plastic hobo clowns.
Payday
Dr. James E. Martin
©April, 2014
He picked up his check today
And was soon on his way.
A detour was taken,
His funds were forsaken,
Now his fuel bill he could not pay.
A Mix-Up on Payday
By Elton Camp
Get acquainted with Senator Rich
To control spending he does itch
Changing Social Security is his way
“It’s far too expensive,” he does say
Especially the cost of living increase
The senator would like to have cease
The elderly folks he’s willing to frighten
“Your belts you’re going to have to tighten.”
He doesn’t hesitate at all them to tell
They make enough to live right well
One day he was found at his desk dead
Before him lay the thing he had just read
A social security check replaced his pay
Though an error, he died of shock that day
For his heart stopped & he hit the deck
Seeing what he thought was his paycheck
it what you look to
after you do what you do
to by somehing new
it not just a few
to go out and play
you need a
PAYDAY
some the party
get started
got little money
the act funny
time to stump
jump and hump
go oot and play
its
PAYDAY
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