February 7, 2013
I think I live in a savings account.
And my existence is being measured
in dollar amounts.
If I could just rub two fucking pennies together
I could really do something.
I could BE something.
I’m tired of being cold and living with no heat,
I’m tired of wearing out shoes to small for my
If I could just save, maybe tomorrow
I could eat,
I’m hungry now and some things can’t wait.
I’m overdrawn —
under paid —
and morally bankrupt.
I don’t care enough,
and I think
I’m too proud to beg
and too poor to borrow
Let me stop at the bank
and I’ll let you know
October 24, 2008
as our riches fade
and culture crumbles
into the dust from which
the bricks will be fired
to build the houses of our
some things remain unchanged,
strength of will
and beauty in nature still
October 15, 2008
i sit drinking Earl Grey with honey
thinking of things i’d trade for money
the list is short, i have little use for money
other than to pass it on directly
to people whose goal is to constantly hunt me,
the tea is a little too sweet, must be the honey
so i dip the bag a couple more times and the liquid darkens minutely,
perhaps i should drink something stronger like coffee or brandy,
oh! i’d nearly forgotten my list completely!
just as well, there’s not much more to add, apparently
there’s my car…my phone… my computer… and thats it, really.
even if i owned anything worth anything i doubt i’d trade it for money,
though my creditors want me to think they need it so badly
and that they need me to be timely,
maybe they just don’t drink enough tea…
or maybe its just impossible for me
to worry about anything.