equifax?A Poem by h d e rushinthinking out loud
I got my new credit card in the mail today. Didn't they realize that I totally fucked up the last one.Bought a whole bunch of stupid stuff, most of which I cant remember; warm sandwiches, a faxed copy of my sisters kidney stone, tire rotations, the swing set for my daughter grown and moved to Atlanta, syllabary pocket dictionarys I use to pretend I understand words I cant pronounce, the ten-commandments mom made me swear to framed and hanging in the upstairs hall with the light fixture I cant reach, the magazine that sets level the three legged toaster. Dont they know? My mind raced all morning, after activation, like the old world skylark, noted for song, raced thru the night sky. The recorded message saying its time; time to wish again for the wisp of American bullshit I cant afford, can have, but cant affort to pay back. It's madding the wizards, so marvelous that distort our want images, that compel us to the shown of barratry;
from moon and sexton of the weakest star. I shant wish.
© 2012 h d e rushin |
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