*An Exquisite Roulette*

The color of wealth
Sunlight on bullion
The warm glow of plenty

Slipping down the sides
of office buildings,
restaurants, ornamental governmental
running down the edges
pooling on sidewalks
and sinking slow into the earth below

I want to rip the gold off of it all
and fill the veins of the earth once again:
A fool’s hope. Fuck it.
Somehow gold will get us there...
Rob it, mold it, eat it, sleep with it.
Gold, GOLD, GOLD. Indiscriminately ripped from brown flesh.
The chip on my debit card

*Subject drawn from a hat by first co-lab-er; then passed around the group*

1. George

2. Alyssa Diltz

3. Erick Valle