Friday, March 16, 2012

pay day

i remember when the silver turned

fellow merchants wore their
collars low

falling short of the belly's
taunts of real

and we drank gin with gin
in donation of the will.

and time grew past the front steps
of the house we

grew up in

time left out thoughts for
the unthought of


leaving our eyes to color

coloring dominate


coloring situational commentary
a touch late
like a tapped foot
to in charge

the lottery says hi.

and we all are getting paid tomorrow.

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