alkali streets
bleed with the dreams of
humanity, angels in
bootlegged Blahniks
flutter wings of
dubious intention
a silent wisdom of the gods
spills empty pockets ...
gilded pillars of
Olympus, brought to
ruin by pushcart
pariahs -
the tattered pages
life scribbles on -
a cursive profanity to rub
each nescient nose
sawbucks for
flesh by the warm
handful - strains of
the night, bound
sewer vents
puff their vile breath
as vagrants bask in
putrid warmth ...
every horrid
tale plays out
in actuality
and yet, ABOVE ...
the precious,
resplendent heavens
witness …
ALL.
Copyright © Gregory Richard Barden, November 6, 2022
Categories:
sawbucks, america, angst, appreciation, beauty,
Form: Free verse
We pennies are coppers
Quarters, two bits
We dollars are bucks or singles
Five dollars, five-spots or fins
Tens are (or were) sawbucks
Twenties, doubly so
We hundreds are C-spots or 'G's ~
Who says we're 'all about the Benjamins'
Categories:
sawbucks, identity, money,
Form: Free verse
X
marked
the spot-
when sawbucks
were riding the range.
Categories:
sawbucks, business, cowboy-western,
Form: Fibonacci