Thursday, October 20, 2016


There are so many zeros
in a million

that sometimes, you just long to say
and do nothing,

to let those last gold glowing 
tokens fall 

with their familiar little rings—until, at last 
you have 

absolutely none 
of everything. Then you'd feel 

clean, you'd feel 
in control, 

feel free,

the fortunes 
you would care about now

could only be as small as
your thoughts made them out to be.

But still 
always, there's the gleam

of subconscious
knowing underneath—wordless

and silent, 

and unspoken—such close pairs as these
mean far 

from the 
same thing.