"Pennies..."

s m t w t F s

 

"Pennies..."

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
its 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...
out there.

I'm not numb - you have to feel

something

...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
one-by-one-by another
and more always more
falling and falling
...all falling down.

I am all the penny
words... falling

and falling

tinkling...tinking

bouncing

rolling ...away.

Gone.

Chris