Starving Poet Offers His Love For Money

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Stroke of breath
Because it’s free

Because this Po’ Boy
Shares his lamentations

Pinching Abraham
Staining fingers
With the scent of copper
To purchase
Dime store conversations.

Pretend
As winter thaws
& dead foliage arises
Like the expired hum
Of prophets

That
Somehow
I did that for us.

That what I offer is potential
In lieu of diamonds &
Bread. I’ll steal
The
Red from envy,
Gather it in a bouquet
And give it away
Straight from my malnourished grasp.

Listen
That collapse in air
Encircling the dead-end path
Strewn from my assurance-

That’s all I have to offer,
Darling…

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