I'm poor today -
all the Fives, Twentys - Hundreds
aren't here - the wallet's just ...empty.
And the lil leather pouch ~
fire opals, blue-tinged diamonds,
creme-textured black pearls ...seems
it's lost at the moment.
I was outside - for a bit
I don't remember how it was
I don't really want to
or even particularly care -
found myself standing
- just standing. Not even looking
at anything. There were flowers
...are always flowers somewhere -
but I didn't want to see them.
I don't even know what I DID see...
I'm not numb - you have to feel
...to be numb.
It was like waiting... just waiting
for the nothing to come
...and it did.
Roses are ...red
Violets are ...blue
I couldn't have written
this for you
- so it must be for me.
Isn't that what I see?
Me sitting here
...and all the nothing - there.
All the penny words ~
coppers that people don't even pick up
from the street anymore.
Falling and falling
and more always more
falling and falling
...all falling down.
I am all the penny
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