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K E Cummins Jul 2020
To be poor is to go back in time
I have eaten dandelions out of the backyard
And contemplated the guillotine
The revolution of a coin
Skittering to a stop.
There you go, bringing class into it again!
nihiliti Jun 2018


glistening, golden leaves
under the wide sun
casting (spot)light upon
innumerable atomic bonds/blondes/bombshells
reflecting/(re)fusing
what we wish to see (beauty)

crunch... s l o w l y
leaves wrought in crisp [mint condition(ed)] lemon
hues so offensive to
the blue, the down-trod
bring down the sky gods
bring down gold leaf d e s p i c a b l e s


hated hues
hatred for god-enthused
gold (rush) diggers
the richer(darker) they are
the sicker to stomach
them going down



fall from towers
of go$d
trees of go$$
(leaves off g$$$)
with teardrops of old sins
greed breeds molded
statuesque *******

glittering, but not golden ruled
measured by money
not toil
blue (lambs)blood (soft)boiled
away in soiled
soul vaults (sepulchers)

We/us(v. them) are not ruled by gold
Prosperity's gospel.

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