Ransom

My heart
and soul
both,
stolen by Universe,
are to be ransomed.

She dances
She plays
She conspires….
And then she up and bounces with your most precious shit.

Tomorrow afternoon,
at three
there will be
an auction,
For my soul.
My heart?
She is having that for supper.

I have no currency.
So I must
bide
My time.

I will pay
all dues due
Upon you,
Mother
X.

Dues,
well earned dues
due
unto me,
and
Only
me.

I haven’t the cash
but time
is abundant.
Fleeting,
yet
Rich
with promise.

I have time baby,
And I’s gonna win.
I’m gonna rain
Love
on this world.

CASH-MONEY!

And then
We will be
whole.

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