Tired of money
Why why why why why why why why
because
money
I can feel the flow
the warms of my small sisters hands
I kneel down in the dirt on a Sunday morning
the sun spills in
warm I smile
I say hello
one speaks
the other glows on my skin
I wake to the cool shower stream
no bath cause' I'm in a hurry
to ride my bike in the spring air
march
April
May has sprung and I'm free
but I don't have much
two dollars to my name
Ill buy a slice and dance in the afternoon
spring
such a wonderful season
without
money
doesn't determine
why does it determine
this love peace connection with
my family and spring air I feel
doesn't account to
money
then as if the first few hours were not enough
a full moon glow
atop a city rooftop
cool drink in my hand
with freinds who's life I touched
we share more words that let us know
we're all stardust in the universe
cosmic vomit birthed some time after time began
we all sit drinks in hand
atop that rooftop
silent for a moment
as the moon dances naked before us
the light highlighting the warm air
drops of melted ice water rolling down
we pause then
money
doesn't factor in here.
money
why is it even here
money
wasn't invited here
money
wed be richer if you weren't here.
