by Matthew Kenneth Kosak
Actually, I keep it all locked away,
My net worth’s in the stock market of words
In a city that hasn’t yet been found
Nor the value, it seems, fully appreciated
In a place I’ve not yet even gone to the first building of
I’d found this place in ruins, a while ago, awakening to it from somewhere else
though it seems no one knew it (that I was here)
The true darkness was the invisibility of it, of their seeming deniability
(of the fact it existed, despite the seeming obviousness of it)
You see I must find a bank, and soon, I’ve got a coin
A million dollar’
I wish to cash in
A trinket of sorts, a life, had told me it had some worth
A life mind you (a shade) not a person, but their outline (their impacts, accomplishments I suppose)
And many outlines pass to and fro
In front of the old saloon, they leave not a shadow
In front of me to cross my path, as I walk to the building
[Some pretty eyes beneath a hat meet me halfway]
It’s got some value, why wouldn’t it? I can feel its weight in my pocket
I only hope, after it has paid my debts [after it’s paid me back out from the chasm, the hole that’s a deficit of time itself] there’s enough
Left over for a drink, something maybe with a kick.
And I’ll tell her when she comes,
her shadow’s different, a lot different
We all have but one shade, just one, and I wouldn’t mind frankly if she’d join me in mine. For a bit. Not too long.
“How about some liquid courage?” “One?”
“No. Make it two.” The bartender poured it and then vanished.
And after a moment, I sensed those pretty eyes nearby. “Is this taken?” She asked.
“For me? I nod. But I’ve still not seen her yet. I face forward.
“Yes.” And she grabbed it and took a sip. “Mmmm. That’s good. How did you know?”
“Good guess.” Then she reached in her pocket and showed me a coin. It was just like mine.
It’s a Million dollar’ gonna cash it one day. She smiled.
Copyright © 2013 by Matthew Kenneth Kosak