Thursday, March 1, 2012

Bundles of poems

Money

I crawled out of the covers today
thinking of money
scratched at my face
but it had not left

Deceitful images of hard work
leading to prosperity
let's not forget success

It insisted staying for breakfast
demanding coffee and cereal
such a common meal for something so serious

And yet it lingered
like a horrible rash
or even pink eye-
for all to see
what to tell others but only truth?

Only time will tell with money
forces you to keep it around
even if you stuff it in the back of your dresser
and your mind
worry will come
what if's?
& not to forget:
“If I just work a little more...”


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Macchiato

This town is dead
It's Winter after all
The snow won't even visit this year
no one

I wound up at the cafe
was served a milk stained espresso
then shoes out
“Go home.”

On the drive home
I could feel someone
invisible
pressing against the back of my seat
reminding me how trapped
caged
closed
my mind is
In Winter