Tools
we hear nothing till matters settle
of the vast trade of money at dear rates
an audience full of weak hands
and seahorse teeth
having love for the high ground
that great taffeta the world wears
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Ovine
We walk till weary, all in wool,
to dinner after dinner,
and in the evening go see the ship
sunk in the clear afternoon,
money for money
and self for escaped self.
Geomancy
I speak with the land,
which seems to be wise
and say little, though things change—
ore to money, money to profit,
the afternoon to paper.
Accounting
the treasurer’s accounts—
hogs make a cellar
out of the yard
End of the month
making a speedy
estimate of debts—
his children play late
Bohemian life
I paint for pay
and stay to dinner,
my house a mess.
Dress me in white
and I turn very ill.
Message in a bottle
The sea is given
our letter relating the bad
condition of the money,
and it is well received.
I lie to God
but not to the rain,
my mind full of money—
a little green chamber.
Apparition
At the office, having drunk
a great deal of wine,
I see my hat before me
like money in the street.
Grown-up nursery rhyme
O mother, O wife,
in the country of Chance I am king
in a velvet cap.
I had a mine and sealed the thing
and save our money in trees,
which cost a song and keep
the children company.
Budget traveller
We tell money
how to serve us without money:
on any given road,
several businesses and a bed.
Home economics
To talk about money
is to get a purse to carry sea.
I only work
for good bacon.
I find my head in wine
and therefore hope.
Proverbial (3)
I debauch the morning with a pen.
Who needs to think, find a garden.
On my flag: moon and money, our two hips.