Running Ragged

(a postcard poem)

I do the money dance,
rob Peter to pay Paul.
Pay employees with money
meant to purchase a computer case.
Because I don't to shop much about Wal-Mart
for ethical reasons
anyway.

Buy myself a little more time.

Take the bus instead of the van.
Save $2.40 and pray four working lifts
and made connections.

Call in an old loan
to acquire $7 round-trip
fee to doctor's and back.

Poetic Asides November Poem a Day 3

(Theme: location)

The Road

I must cross Route 9
where there’s no crosswalk.
Only a two lane highway,
between the bus stop and the gym-
my final destination.

I turn the chair to maximum
and bolt across the road,
worn tires squealing
across macadam at a momentary break
in the endless traffic onslaught.

I think,
“Is risking my life
really worth saving
$2.40?”