I paid two dollars extra for the view
Money feels like water in the eyes of
a windy day.
Black forest river bottom, crumpled dimes
in the hidden pockets of Magic.
Hidden like gold in the heart of a haystack
Grown men and their grown men speeches
stitched into their suits like names
Complications when choosing a nurse to suffer.
Death beds dried out at autumn's table of ash
and orange.
She never made the corners right. She always
made the tears come.
She always made the food dance, she always made the bed
Weep
This view, like the two dollars that paid for it,
will be my last.
The vessel returns to the mud, the fire returns to the
trees.
This piano has made a me out of mockery
she made the bed....weep.