"Pennies..."

"Pennies..."

I'm poor today -
all the Fives, Twentys - Hundreds
  aren't here - the wallet's just ...empty.
And the lil leather pouch ~
fire opals, blue-tinged diamonds,
creme-textured black pearls ...seems
it's lost at the moment.

I was outside - for a bit
I don't remember how it was
I don't really want to
or even particularly care -
found myself standing
- just standing.  Not even looking
at anything.  There were flowers
...are always flowers somewhere -
but I didn't want to see them.
I don't even know what I DID see...
out there.

I'm not numb - you have to feel
something
...to be numb.

It was like waiting... just waiting
for the nothing to come
...and it did.

Roses are ...red
Violets are ...blue
I couldn't have written
this for you
- so it must be for me.
Isn't that what I see?
Me sitting here
...and all the nothing - there.

All the penny words ~
coppers that people don't even pick up
    from the street anymore.
Falling and falling
one-by-one-by another
and more always more
falling and falling
...all falling down.

I am all the penny
words... falling
and falling
tinkling...tinking
bouncing
rolling ...away.

Gone.

Chris