deep down south where my body has never been

stand quietly
for
a few hours.
do a
few tasks.
make
sixty
dollars.

i ain’t with
being
broke.

lock the truck
at the dairy,
the dairy
deep in the
safety
of countryside.

lock the bike
to the metal
rail, the
metal rail
deep in the
safety
of remote island.

lock the door
to the domicile.
carry the things
of value,
which cannot be
behind lock,
with you.

i ain’t with
being
broke.

eat the
same thing
every day.
make sure it
doesn’t cost
near anything
at all.
make little
money
spend little
money.

i ain’t with
being
broke.

make things
to consume.
make things to
put in mouth.
make things to
put in eye.
make things to
put in ear.
all of it,
always
funnels through
heart.
heart is
empty.
keep heart
empty.

i ain’t with
being
broke.

the sun washes deep blue sky to pale white and soft orange, before it has even risen from behind a wrinkle of mountain.

Published by Zak

an intertidal island in an ocean of impermanence.

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