Saturday, February 22, 2014

ALLOY

This fine metal
I scrap and scramble
to convince others to relinquish
what is rightfully mine
scrounging up relics to pawn
Buy my way in
But now
all that's left are these gold chains, and since I don't gang bang
you all say the same thing...
So
Like the product of rape
the fruit of unpaid labor
I leave
a taste,
a pain,
a memory
at best
Outlawed from my body
Sandy aggregate of the time
Expanse and Sprawling
Inescapable Commodity
Which
Like all things
Must pass