by Joseph Farley
it’s okay to run with scissors in your hands
if you are not in a crowd and know how to fall.
East is East and West is West,
but they meet all the time for coffee.
God is great, but he still forgets
his house keys.
Love lasts, but lovers change.
They need to be rotated like tires
every few seasons.
Drunkenness and lack of sleep
can make you feel much the same.
No matter what occurs
someone will get praised
and someone will get blamed.
You know damn well
you won’t be the one
getting the praise.
You must become masterful
at shifting the blame.
Poetry like money is utterly valueless
unless you infuse it with meaning.
Money is a symbol of what we want.
Poetry is a symbol of what we need.