Sunday, March 22, 2009

Poem: Payday

After the money
comes #1
after #1 comes #2
after #2 comes #3
after #3 comes #4
after #4
I begin to feel O.k.
My body, thoughts, and emotions,
finally calm, finally relaxed.
For a small bit of time,
for a pricey and ever
more complicated series
of interactions
I can acheive artificial peace
and be truly happy.
One time a month.

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