I’m Broke

Benjamin Jenkins, poem, poems, poetry, writing

It is the hottest day

The city has to offer.

Until I close my eyes

The moon winks permanently

Set deep within the skies.

I have twenty dollars Canadian in the bank,

Which works out to be

Seventeen thirty five

In dead presidents.

 

Until I close my eyes

I know that all the money

In the world cannot buy back lies.

So I order a yam tempura roll

And a cold green tea.

The rent is already paid and

Though I will soon be broke

I can afford to feed myself

Today at 2:17 p.m.

 

Until I close my eyes

I will purchase pens

And keep my neck free of ties.

Save for those lives that tether

Invisible bonds to this waking world.

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