15 April 2005
eye biscuits again
I trade in Krugerrands because I love their colour the pale lost world I’ll never touch
and Vienna Philharmonics their golden oboes echoing
(no women in that band!)
I held it once in Canterbury the staff
of little people
robbing rubies paying pearls
I unscrewed them lay them left them in the dark
and Emily Dickinson’s brother supplied
500 dollars
to avoid a war
I shall not experience this winter
Christ in a temple!
while the widow’s mite and Blake sat naked in the garden reading to their wife a guinea
burnt his retina
(all that was left of him)
…
and all that’s left of me
is Scrooge McDuck
dollar signs stuck in my vibrating eyes I spend my money bin
on memories
then edit them and quickly perve and drag them to the trash
before the child porn police get in