Archive for August, 2011

to each his own: money risks

there is a race—

which of 5 will survive the swim

in black skies and heavy rains.

 

the favorite swimmer has died.

the top 3 swimmers have died.

I am one of the swimmers.

 

water surrounds the las strip of sand.

corpses of the others float past.

I survive—hung on a ladder

at the old beach playground.

 

floods wash in;

seep out—relentless.

 

money risks…

with each ebb come millions of crabs

pincers clacking—I’m barely out of reach.

 

with each ebb appear bags of money

hung from the ladder’s lower rungs.

 

with each ebb I crouch

grasping for bags:

was it worth it? resounding…

for Jeb Harmon.

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