Serious Persuasions

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 Serious Persuasions
Drenched in dreams,
the morning still wet
out of the womb;
this day's star
could be dollars in a bar
where I'd buy the house a round
and knock the notches
from the smirking clock's face
but for these debts
and digital threats that fill
my friendless mailbox.
The doctor would undo
his work
and send me
stitchless to my death
and the dentist
would decay my crumbling molars;
"there's no poetry in money."
Hippocrates your hypocrites
send me a migraine seriousness.
These breath mechanics
who miss the point of breathing
and so the money frown
migraines the clown.