Impossible: To find the cash For buying time. Oranges, sweet crude Coffee, corn, Commodities traders Delisted love and friendship Health and fathers. The buying chits line The exchange floor Like clothing once In the bedroom. Proof money can’t Buy love.
In department stores Perfumed and made up Clerks compartmentalize Stuffed emotions and Big wide-eyed bears Into shopping bags. Leaving through A glass revolving door Tumbling onto the gray Segments of sidewalk Blowing like leaves I chase down sealed Dented cans of hope.
With one pair of eyes Inevitably you’ll find yourself in a single view someday. Walking alone without another Pair, your hands empty Except for your Pocketbook and calling cards. Blistered heels and skinned knees - No one else to help watch the bumps in the road. Holding up one hand Hailing any empty cab while The sun waits on the horizon For me to return to No one in particular Loneliness casts A long shadow.
With a single pair of eyes The myopic make few plans.