Thursday, May 21, 2009

SCARED OF MONEY

I had just paid
my August rent
in September;
October
was already a step away
from beating on my door, lurking
like a natural progression.
My car
ran on some mechanical
loyalty like a fighter
coming out for the 12th
not knowing how or why...

no matter; 5
or 500---
it’s all piss
through the proverbial sieve
eventually getting to people
who only bank it.
tonight, my 5
will get me 4
Buds, the bartender, Frankie
will buy me 2;
I’ll leave him 1.
Somehow, it all
works out.

Norman Savage
Greenwich Village, 1978

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