Lo and behold, the titans
came crashing down
when the bull of Wall Street
charged away with their savings.
lives spent scrimping and saving
to keep everyone in good comfort,
able to order the new thing
off the infomercial any time
the thought pleased them.
To that, I’ll say no thank you.
I’d rather eat my savings in
caviar and a fine roasted rabbit
or beignets fresh from the fryers
at DuMonde. There was that one
time I spent every last dime
to fly to Curacao, where I floated,
unrepentingly, for the very next week.
Since no tomorrows can be promised
to us, I’d rather race toward death, smiling,
than simply sit on the couch, watching
The Price is Right, too terrified to ask
if I’ve ever really lived. the bonds
that are cared for are in stocks, not in relationships. Money burns, but so does time. Especially when it’s wasted.