|by Jamie Joy Gatto|
|Money whispers to me in my
It comes to me like a cool green cat
winding its tenuous, silken body
around my naked legs.
So soft, so mild.
I stand in wait for all the promises
At what price?
my life falls from now to then
It gives me sighs and moans of pleasure--
It gives me security,
Where is all my money?
Where is my wife?
Where is my life?
She calls to me in my sleep.
Copyright 2000, 2001 Jamie Joy Gatto. All Rights Reserved.
May not be re-printed in any form without express written consent of the author.