Tuesday, May 18, 2004

Five Dollar Poem

It’s been like a rodeo soda around the Chucklehut - bucking fizzy - and I’ve had no chance to correspond, post, or even sleep. In fact, I was reformatting my hard drive till 3 am today and now it looks like I’ve lost all my email, recent and archival, plus the address book.  Isn’t that cool?  (Pause for icy silence.  Nice work.)

Well since the last thing I put up was a poem, I figured I’d do another one while I had a short chance.  This one is a five-dollah poem, because I got a fivespot from the post office a few weeks ago and this poem was written on it, wrapped around the edges in cramped green printing:

Illusions of everlasting love
cloud my thoughts and evaporate above
so I sit here now,
crease upon my brow,
wondering if physical desire
is the one thing that,
for a relationship,
Marc (?) will require.

I wasn’t sure about that Marc bit; it was hard to read.  But I like finding poetry on money.  I mean, other than “E Pluribus Unum, didja see me screwnem?” It doesn’t have to be good poetry, because it gets circulated.  And if it’s good for the circulation, it’s good for the country!