FIFTEEN DOLLARS

my hope has bought a pale mansion
only home to dubious movie sets
from day to day I don’t spend much
but it adds up and there is interest
from day to day I don’t spend much
but after fifteen dollars of beer
I knew that my hope for you is hoarded wealth
and I have no claim to any of it
after fifteen dollars of beer
I saw my thoughts bound together in a cheap catalogue
whose gloss attracts the flame of reality
I saw you walking the grounds that fade out eventually
carrying the flame of reality

posted by: scratchin' menace