when the stock market crashes,
your bank account bottoms out
who is the upper class?
I harvest vegetables…

while you’re meeting up with God’s middleman
inside a dark vestibule,
spitting out sins and feel destitute
who’s sitting next to you?
-uncle sam in a business suit
upper class? -hardly
-recyclable catacomb…

I could survive
financially insecure
word.
I build homes out of poems
in this battlezone.

…The archangel dollar
was shot down,
dollar was falling
had no time to make change.
when he hit the ground
only three pennies remain…

lincoln’s blood stains the balcony
great britains thud from the alchemy
leaves even more bad teeth in a mouth to feed.

glow, feel the flow
of this thunderbolt
speaking to god without saying a word
when the sun is low
everything shimmering gold
-i’m a rich man…
upper class, harvesting vegetables.