money

Decorticate

He couldn’t get onto the plane
Or into the place he was
Trying to go

Tear down the room

I had his phone number
And his email stored in my phone
I stepped to the counter to
Help him get where he was going

In the end I’m not sure if it
Truly mattered they
Accepted it without
So many details

Strip it down
Shelling it out
Expose the inside

I handed back money
To another couple in line
Two hundred dollars and
A few more bills in change
As a gift to give later
Hold onto

They left me
Is it a jinxing
Hex me with a dirty eye

When I went to find them
In a giant market
To tell them they could keep it
They had already spent it
Like my trust

Intertwined

With no remorse
A disenchantment
Black magic

Is it too much giving
Do we resent receiving
Maybe we’re outjjnxed

Numismatic

Sitting on her throne she hopes
That one day he’ll be happy
Redoutable fears
Rather than smeared in the
Emotional excrement of sadness

Owning his body he is
In charge of not simping around
Putting people on pedestals
Is a dangerous game

Excessive devotion
Self reciprocating
Only a crack in the door
Peaking through the
Crescent light
Lay down the laws
Of course to break them

Castrate the cruel indifference
Take hold of what is wanted
Like a knife to cut a piece
Of fruit if but to place it
On his tongue

Some sense of majesty
Would proclaim happiness
All the same at the corners
Of a curled up smile

Sensuality as money
More than silver
Some lover to pity
Or discover more than
What money is worth in
A bassinet of candlelight

Waking up is more rich
In the presence of such
Crimson bliss than
All the money in the world
Unparalleled unperished
Inner warmth
Très cher

There’s only ten thousand steps to climb
Simple as that until we reach the
New apartment we are redesigning
You can see through the floor
Currently there is a family that
Is trying to get their son into a
Good school but he keeps failing
A test that he needs to take
Over and over again and it’s not free
They’re encouraging him
But equally defeated and he is
So positive about the outcome
Saying he wants to take time
To know that he has all the
Information that he needs
To pass and to do it correctly
Mom smiles, her hair is purple
She looks up I look down
We make eye contact
How is this safe?
Our friend who owns a gas station
Said we can bring doughnuts
There to sell to make money
He provided us with our first
Two dozen and we only need
Ten thousand more dollars
Oh no I think it’s twenty thousand
Yes we need twenty thousand more
Dollars and so if we run really quickly
We could make it to the closest
Two doughnut bakeries and buy
The rest of them, bring them back here
Work all night and sell them
For double the price!
As the clock ticks on into
The damp darkness people
Will want doughnuts and we can
Charge more than the bakery
It doesn’t reopen again until the morning
Everyone can contribute money
Drive fast hurry before they close
And then maybe we will have enough
For his education but we have to go
NOW!

Money$ick

She made herself sick
Thinking about it
“Get me a towel,” she said.
She was handing out money
But having trouble recovering it
Her honesty was in her tears
And her hesitation
Mostly she just needed a friend
She was wearing glasses that
Had dragons on them poking out
Her house was big but
She was missing some things
No doubt she was an
Imposter to herself
A syndromatic cast about

It’s sad to be buying your friends
And at what cost
To be honest is the waver
When she crawled to me on the floor
To show me that she was wrong
Also that she didn’t mean to be
I knew she was sincere

I was ready to make deposits
Into those accounts for her
But she stopped me which
Made the whole thing believable
And although the signatures
Were legitimate it still appeared
To me that something was
Totally off

I wanted to help her out
In every way that I could
Still to hesitate was showing
Mischief on the horizon
Like a naughty comet
Shooting off to burn through
The skyline of affairs
What would be the consequences
Later to beware of

Losing balance comes with age
So did appreciation for the
Capability to make decisions
Even when the bitter winds
Ripped through your warmest garments
Felt like we were trespassing
In some forbidden land

The best move at this point
Was to draw her a bath
She would come around when
The tide turned and those
Questionable deposits could be
Another conversation burned
Into a different hour
An easier day

If time allows

Bed

Blanket wrapped around
Hair falling down
Difficult to make eye contact
Through his strands
Walk the streets alone
Her silence is like forever
All the money that can be made
But nothing here for them barely a chip
To be found cold hands cling to the
Gates of iron bars fenced in
On the outside there is a prison
Although they are free
No escape and no house for you
What is humanity
But two houses for other people
And one house no one lives in
The gap is wide and how we
Upload our future as we all
Tap away at our computers
And our phones oh my
How sad still so many have no
Pillows to rest their heads
Empty buildings where no one sleeps
How do we exist on this planet
With all of it unconsciously
How do we do it absently if not
Crying ourselves to dream of
Another time another place holding on
Hanging into the abyss still swirling down
Down down we twist into nothingness
Grappling onto another moment in time
Worth rise to offer another bed
Another hammock for another head
Another roof over another place for
Someone to rest in a world that takes
Not even enough earth to have a place for
Dirt floors or just a bed for everyone
What is a trundle worth if not one for all of us

Monopoly

Fake money
Does not make you
Who you are
Put your faith in
Fake money
And find your
World falling apart
Anything can be
Ripped away
There you are
Back at the start
Everything is temporary
Left with the
Base version
Of ourselves
I can think and say
But I cannot hear
And process the same way
Could be a bit of a
Love in
Less of a hassle
To make real money
But if nothing is forever
Then live the life
You want to be in
You’ll never have enough
You can acquire as much
As you want
But fake money won’t
Make you happy
David Bowie
Might make you happy
Sugar might make you happy
But money is just a gag
No more faking it
Cause fake stuff
Is a drag
Takes money to make money
They say
I just want to have fun
Hang out and hug you
Who cares about refunds
Or all the money anyway

They say money
Makes the world go round
It feels strange
That it should create
A happy feeling in me
To know I have some
Still on the way
To pay for a roof
Over my head
Just enough
I ask myself why
I wonder inside
What is so wonderful
About this stuff
It offers relief
Security not to think
About the required
Life expectancy
Where to find shelter
It’s like we’re all living
In a perpetual state
Of anxiety
For something
That cannot love us
For something
That carries disease
For something that
Only brings us
Temporary release
Except for the few
The fortunate ones
Born into it
Winning it
In the lottery
If we don’t learn how
To handle it
To make it grow
We’re moving slowly
Through our feelings
Through sweat and tears
To get ahead
Quietly drowning
In our fears
Of never enough
Always recalling
That there is more
To life than this
Finding something else
To get excited about
In life like love
Someone to do it with
Something other
Than drinking
Something other
Than drugs
Something better
Than this
We don’t need much
To have it all
The less we need
The more we have
Sometimes hard
To ask for
Hold on to it
Don’t let it burn
We cannot predict
Its confirmed return
Money is
Something
That we need but
Just a hut
With some water
A blanket perhaps
Good weather
Is priceless to me
A simple life
Affordably
I often ask myself
Where on Earth
Could this be

Little Nothing

Dream a little nothing
To seethe oats
From distant pleasure
Their empty leisure
Crowns the kindred
Goddess treasure

Money driven

Coins of rust
And rotten scale
Cannot beguile
The standard field
That turnips taste

Absent flavor
In a stubborn paste
That swirls
Like milk
In a left hand
Sink that drains
Australian style
Down under
Counter clockwise

Love is priceless

Crown

Involuntary spring
Jump out of everything
That weighs you down
Your heavy crown
The burden that you bear
For the title that you wear

Diamonds and rubies
Cannot hold a candle to love
Dark passageways lit
By the prestige
Of what the world expects
You to be

Glow up
Push through
Often there will be
No answer for
What you will learn
When you cross over
Into the heavenly lair

King of love
Queen of kindness
Money is only temporary
Your highness
A kiss on the cheek
Is worth more than
All the tokens in your keep

Create the memories
That will join you in your castle
In the clouds
Not the memories
That you will leave
In a pile of bricks
On this earthly shroud

Sensations fill the air
With everything you need
The magic of less
The feeling of more
Deep in your heart
Beneath the pores
Of this temporary
Flesh

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