lovett, atwood, bears

if i had a marketplace
i’d choose to sling some beer
listen to the stories
of old bullies and shipyard men
i’d bring them behind and have them
help me a few hours
and find the lazy ones
who needed a reason to care
give them a chance
but cut them loose if they
didn’t learn
chose to stay the same as
always we tend to do

‘some folks never seen a bear’

we’d take quotes and lyrics
debate like it was tolstoy
or some other high quality
way of life

maybe you’d be there
maybe you’d say you met
atwood
and i’d tell you i once chased
a bear

bears and atwood
are relatively the same
both know they have found
a place in the world

if i had a way with words
i’d choose to rearrange
give words meaning to
my life
because life without meaning
is simply a job
and then coming home straight
home to bed
and i’m starting to believe
i need meaning
and i’m starting to see what you mean
but don’t be surprise if you find me years from now
still sitting here writing to no one
just like slinging beers,
you’re a face not worth remembering
and i’m beginning to see
i don’t want my place in the world
to be marked by disillusion and pain

maybe you’ll see me
and someday you’ll say
he’s like a bear
and a little like atwood

just like them
he knows his place
in this world

just like them

he has a place

in this world