This poem is a meditation on making money, positing that we should make enough money to live but should seek to stay clear of the powerful drift and grift of money making you.
Bread A Loan
He sought to raze
That awe consuming quest in
The eternal versus
Of legal and knot sow legal tender
Too efface that unquenchable cache
Where silence echoes
And awe goes on requited
Is money mirrorly
A diction of just desserts
Some full faith and credit
That might
Separate U.S. and God
Know
It’s swell to make bread
Even kneaded
But not hand over fist
Just enough
To void the drift
Of money making you
