Saturday, February 6, 2010

literacki

when I stabbed my father in
the dream last
night,
It was not blood but money
That gushed out of him, bright
green hundred- dollar bills
Spilling from his wounds, and––this is the
weird part––,
He gasped, “Thank god––those Ben Franklins
were
Clogging up my heart––
And so I perish happily,
Freed from that which kept me from my
liberty."

-America- Tony Hoagland