Robert Verdon, #138, Still Life

chrysalis of greenbacks on tv

filaments of economist-speak

gold crown burns in the autumn distance

it’s a beautiful day-ay-ay

threads glisten

in the lofty shadow of a

bowl of last night’s fruit punch

and money spiders drown happily

as almond slivers reel by

cream as ’50s cars

the lost youth talk

of hangovers and revolution

pushing unruly locks out of sleepy eyes;

a sudden siren shrieks,

louder than lightning,

across the morning sky.