04-09-2017, 05:23 AM
First Edit:
Out of Circulation
poems from his youth
folded
like old money
collected as a curiosity –
no one accepts them anymore
this was his life’s savings
now utterly worthless
his hope
becomes collateral
repossessed by those uneducated in metaphor
his mind cracks
a sound so familiar
that it’s dismissed as the wind
a thousand years ago
he was a king of sorts
tomorrow
he may be again
but today he is merely broke
Original:
poems
poems
folded
like old money
collected as a curiosity –
no one accepts them anymore
this was his life’s savings
now
utterly worthless
his hope collateral
repossessed by those uneducated in metaphor
his mind cracks
a sound so familiar
that it’s dismissed as the wind
a thousand years ago
he was a king of sorts
tomorrow
he may be again
but today he is merely broke
Out of Circulation
poems from his youth
folded
like old money
collected as a curiosity –
no one accepts them anymore
this was his life’s savings
now utterly worthless
his hope
becomes collateral
repossessed by those uneducated in metaphor
his mind cracks
a sound so familiar
that it’s dismissed as the wind
a thousand years ago
he was a king of sorts
tomorrow
he may be again
but today he is merely broke
Original:
poems
poems
folded
like old money
collected as a curiosity –
no one accepts them anymore
this was his life’s savings
now
utterly worthless
his hope collateral
repossessed by those uneducated in metaphor
his mind cracks
a sound so familiar
that it’s dismissed as the wind
a thousand years ago
he was a king of sorts
tomorrow
he may be again
but today he is merely broke