Buy. The Time

 I felt angry at the world- 

I felt angry at something 

Without a name.

Buy the time:

Like Escorts, 

Like pay phone long distance calls,

Like Time Shares.

Capitalism moves in mysterious ways, 

Capitalism is barely getting by on Social Security, 

Capitalism is as capitalism does.

 

Buy the time: 

Like a peep show 

Like a parking spot downtown,

Like a vibrating bed in a hotel.

I was angry at the world.

There was nothing I wanted to buy-

Nothing to own or rent.

"Can't buy me love"-

(There is a song)

Love.

The only real thing.

I just wanted my mother not to hate me.

She raised me, to hate me.

My father would just buy me things after the beatings.

The note I wrote said.

 

The note I left read,

"By the time you read this…"

I stayed for my best friend. 

Who every night I clean,

wipe their ass,

and throw out their piss.

I tell my father stories of the book 
I'm writing.

I tell him absurd jokes,

I do funny voices. 

I play the bass for him badly.

I stayed.

 I realized this is only borrowed time.

We steal what we can 

to survive.

we are beggars, when it comes to love.

The golden rule won't pay rent,

but lets hope

it'll

cover at least some dues.