Gold is your friend
But gold starves you
—Alfred Starr Hamilton
It’s absurd,
how famished.
The fast fashion
of ghastly
lit fame
a golden age of—
Never mind.
The truth is
I’ve had minor
abstraction surgery,
can you tell.
Limits ago,
the go-go boy
in my bubble
overfilled
my receptacle,
so we traipsed out
to rue de Fleurus,
Operation
Stealth Poubelle. Hell,
say the word go
once, and he will—
nothing gold can. Say
go twice
and add a boy,
he’ll stay if coins fly
into a pool of drool.
Speaking of: