Bombing for peace
I smell ugly money
on the other side of murder
they promising security
secure a cave made by hand
like wind in a paper country
this business of war
Poems on the topic: money
Poems on the topic “money” on Poets.by.
Shut-in
one hand owes money
to the other
night falling
on the cards of their house
their fish going
like nonsense words together
to and fro
Ephemera
who is concerned
for the foolery of fashion
green and pretty as money
we look at nature
and home in on business
sure of the owl
and the goodness of air
so cold and so close
Taking stock
I walk to survey the water
which I can never read
at home with my wife and clock
I count my money
Gentrified
in as mourning a dress
as a clock or an auditor
we mourn the city
and we mourn the street
the change of a great place
into money
some strange fit
of tooth on tooth
Funeral plan
in my will I mutter against money
but I will be dead and clean from top to toe
and laying out so much
on clothes for my close
Mute
morning put me into debt
I surrendered my answers
silent as money this heart
little bull in a well
At the club
private as a fart
this man of money
to keep his wit in
an after-dinner glass
and his family in a false
laborious account
Investor
in order to put my house in order
now the joy is all
in my issue
money giving me money for my money
like hands of one color
for every god
Miser
I find great convenience
in having my stomach
as a clock
for a clock is a gun
for heirs to make
the best of a bad market
so we part very kindly
and I dine at home
Inner city
in the city is a city missing bread
for the swan on the water
but the other made of fear
begins to decay like mad
the street cursing in 42 voices
that money is not to eat
Getting religion
rain all morning
hardly ten people in church
coffee-house like a theater
where the play is not well acted
on my way back through the alley
a couple of pretty whores
I go into the house
as quiet as money
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