threw rocks at
windows walking home from church and
said prayers to the sky
hoping

that people would be

healed

&&&&&&&&&&&&&&(still a dreamer)

if we took money away
we'd still have a borrow system

where paper money would be junk and the only

king of the hill

would be the men who'd plan the rest of

life:::::::::::::::::::::::::TO BE
DREAMS...SWEET

VISIONS
of
the keyboard word finger tips
eyes giving out
tri-focal
glasses on rim of nose
and squinting
to the blog of
women with hand
bags to trade
for shoes

worn by dead parents
and this world

loves the sale

loves the item

when one sits sending
letters to
mother for cash
they dream of freedom from dollar bills
and find one moment of solace######################## in
a thousand w*o*r*d*s


read between the lines and fine print

we starve for
Items
and the belly aches for the
let down

lets all

sit


do
wn

and

talk this one through....