SEAWEED THREADS (PoetryRepairShop 99.10:109) |
| Sepia weep of trick and take-- wallets crammed like Samsonite exploding with their guardedness. Money's green--a seaweed shade with density of catching wrong priorities; fishing nets that cradle rocks; mistake their hearts for jetting fish. Wilted spinach in our hands, it started out in healthy shapes of helping same as nurse's aides who know death's calculated chimes. At some strange point I can't explain, you turned to trim on Christmas trees-- but didn't fill their thirsty pans. Dollar signs make lousy frames for photos of our happiness. Your home is the hub of glitter and show-- not the oiled book it was. Fresh cut scents in blades of grass became just melted dinner mints. Nautical strokes of naughty cash that row a boat until it sinks. To live in grab. To die in have. Is ending up with emptiness.
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