I’ve always been attracted to the margins

there’s an edge there

that cuts people wide open

their souls are laid bare

their pain is real

and when they jump

they change

When nothing makes sense

philosophy reigns

At the margins

people choose joy or sorrow

beaten men and women tell stories

and winners live without victory

At the margins…

People ask, “Is this all there is?”

They sink into the middle

or go over the edge

Few make their lives art

and the middle loves to hate them

or hates to love them

Living at the margins

takes style

an endless crescendo

that cannot be indulged

pleasure is traded for pain

and the battle rages forever

At the margins

geniuses live without vanity

and gods don’t know

They are living at the edge of their sanity

a far cry

from all security

Why?

Because

the margins call.