Featured Poem 10/9/02:

debt

i am told that my soul was bought with nothing more than a handful of coffee beans and a mule but upon closer inspection my parents discovered that it was worth at least twice that and they laughed to themselves their proudest moment as satisfied buyers...
                                                   shortly thereafter my father bought a wife and rode his yacht into the sunset laughing at how little the show cost but marvelling at her work ethic and i never saw his ends or strong profit margins again friends are free and you pay for what you get he said family is an investment and he rode it to the bank forever never to return for returns or receipts or a collaterally damaged mother who locked me in a safe deposit box to gain interest in ignorance... invest in my innocence...
                                                   i was born under a half-dollar the doctor chopped off my mother and congratulated her for expelling me the lights were too bright so she bought me sunglasses...
                                                   my cells multiplied and my portfolio matured and my dreams were burned into blank cds and probably bootlegged freely the streetlights shined so bright and it was never dark so my mother never slept she just meditated to the balance of her checkbook with zerohm after zerohm reverberating through empty spaces permeating hidden places it got to the point where the ghost of my father stopped haunting us every other weekend and resorted to simply sending cards with money but postage fees from the astral plane are astronomical so even that died and as an afterthought my mother died impaled on a line graph and slowly crushed by lowered expectations while i watched atop overestimations in awe of our economy she never even said good... buy...
                                                  
alone now and emotionally bankrupt i sold my soul for busfare and was told to go to somewhere new and exciting like one of the states i saw on the back of my quarters i merged with a banker from indiana but it was short lived she only loved the money for its me eventually i returned home more alone than when i started life is a gamble no more souls to sell i invoked the spirits of my parents but the reception was fuzzy 'cause my dish doesn't catch the local channels...
                                                   i cried for the first time in my life and my tears ruined the carpet when they took the house away i went and sat outside the bank where i sit now monitoring how i depreciate...

© spokenword by kyle myhre


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