Money does not make
Bedstead made for trend, unsent.
Cap and kettle.
Broom and yardstick.
A paisley color tie.
And mudstained flannel.
Redhead viral magazine page.
Like the red and white check
at the Five Guys Burgers And Fries.
Pregame foraged implant.
Crooked gray intransigent.
Milk is gonna go through the roof.
Chainropes make a splatter-drip canvas.
And bloated cancer sacs.
And the mouth inside
And candy colored streetlight.
Ache-dry molar cold and
I think between the pages.
And walk frozen amid blood infused
The tamed and sullen songs of dirigibles
Cave-chipped fire brick.
Silverspattered ash and a bowl of peanut shells,
I hack and spit
and read unleavened yesterday's nowhere
Terrence Folz works as a standardized test scorer and has been performing poetry and spoken word in various Twin Cities forums for decades.