Zero Funds

Just a broken poet,

  at an A.T.M.

 

His stomach cries out,

  words hunger within

 

The nights are the longest,

  cold darkens and chills

 

Fresh words on account,

  new credit distills

 

Pushing buttons while bent,

  with hope standing tall

 

An answer comes back,

  ‘Zero Funds To Withdraw’

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)

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