Paper Receipts

Paper receipts 

long and lost underneath 

the weight of new york streets 


Flying with bent wings 

and dollar sign tattoos string- 

ing all over, lurid with numbers 

and of course a signature 


Names gliding up above metro 

trying to touch the airplanes- 

sorely losing, 

and cluttering the gutters, 

deeply hungover 

the power lines and moreover, 

just waste to the wind. 


They fly like a flock and clog 

the blue, blue sky with paper chalk 

making quite the milieu of 

money spent but not enough.



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