Is anyone as broke as me all the time? I’m currently in possession of -$5, and I just never know where it all goes.
Found this at a local Goodwill
this is a thing of beauty
The density of the things begins to increase
and I am available here for you, under the war
and the news and the men who scatter TVs
into canals in a disorderly manner.
But I am off and gone and elegy in less
than a second. Gone Kubrick. Gone subject.
Gone lining and gleaming. Containers for ashes
exist in pantries everywhere if emptied.
Gone something, to get something to eat,
and if aquifers returned shamrock shakes
to the surface, still chilly, poured out
years ago as libations, then we could
have called this love.