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You owe me
by Glenn CurrierWith such ease I float
into this economy
a compulsive consumer of illusion
purchasing my darkness
blindly slogging
in the swamp of shame.
In this market
I give to you
and then
you owe me.
I am the banker
always owed
for my intelligence
my sensitivity and time
and all the other products
manufactured in my mind.
And when you nod off
in the middle of my rich story
that deserves the dollar
of your wrapt attention,
ready with indignation
and the writ of my rights,
self pity and anger
seize my assets
and take me over.
Then almost by accident
I stumble into the tree,
and notch by notch
I cut my way up.
Boosted from below
by my friends
and the big book
of their kindness,
I make my way
to see the light
above the canopy
of this dark forest. 11/22/2008 Author's Note: Reflections on recent emotionally deflating incidents and their aftermath.
Posted on 11/22/2008
Copyright © 2024 Glenn Currier
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by A. Paige White on 11/22/08 at 06:00 PM "With such ease I float
into this economy"
Loving this foretelling the ease you have with transforming the mundane into the currency of poetry. Excellent. |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 11/22/08 at 06:08 PM ...glenn, from the start this one had beef bubba!...it was an anguishing write, yet so liberating...you were/are the Poet Illumanus on this bright light of description of that, that THAT feeling when the wind is outta our sails, love it, very strong. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 11/22/08 at 09:44 PM Deftly handled, intelligent, "a compulsive consumer of illusion" - brilliant line. |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 11/23/08 at 06:33 AM Some rather brilliant reflections, I'd say. You have one hell of a poker face, sir, when it comes to moments of chaos and possible tragedy. |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 11/26/08 at 02:17 AM Very effective use of analogy. You get our attention and then subtlely teach us humility! |
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