Rhoda

money: the blueprint

hatred comes disguised
it is the element of surprise.
the wet heart wanting
it swallows whole, and dies.

we weep the velvet tears
the empty seas so vicious
and throw away the years
of robin rose carnivorous.

for what is gold but rock?
life is what we make it!
we choose what gold allots
we sell, save, and transmit shit.

we tie this value here
to the base of our own souls
worth comes from treasure
so worth may be controlled.

let the gold become love
and the transaction become feeling
so if we are not loved
do we become nothing,
nothing
nothing?

yes

without love

we are worth

nothing

nothing

nothing

// THOSE WHO LOVED ME HAVE MOVED ON; I HAVE BECOME AN AFTERTHOUGHT.