Strong Start, Short Finish

Dollar store poets fill the streets
with their dime bag prophesies
and post card revelations, seeping
into public water supply systems
via trechery, with intent to assault
good sense and common-minded friends
who hold loosely to their penny-change
ideas in the alleyway of truth.

We dispose of accents, bridle our
feather-brained hearts with
consumption-based policies
and beg for small mercies:
the avoidance of a hollocaust,
lower mortgage rates this year.

Carnival rides, like sedatives, cost money,
and the cash register gladly takes it
like the ferryman takes your dimes.
Pennies for the eyes! Pennies for the eyes!
This ride is called Pennies for the Eyes.

I haluscenate marmalaid fairytales and
hand-weeved basket dreams our of
souvenier threaded dreams in two-star
CHEAP hotels.

Bedsheets make breakfast table clothes
in our new home.

Maybe after today I'll finally find my way home.