poetry collection no 1

Word got around on Saturday
That Jonathan had met the amazing hollow man
Who offered the universe from his pocket
And control from a stuffed wallet
Word got around on Sunday
Jonathan had left for the city
With a back pocket full of running dreams
Spinning on wheels of flame
Word got around on Monday
The dreams had escaped sprinting
Jonathan didn't pursue from the fortieth story
A glass of Friday night pressed into his hand
Word got around on Tuesday
Jonathan in black suit and bowler
Declared death to the back of a sinners mirror
And cleaned blood off white shoes
Word got around on Wednesday
State clutched in the hand of the blaspheme
Coin pouring from the palm into basket
Charities and Churches blind to the thievery
Word got around on Thursday
Plague sickened the eastern globe
Geppetto tugging the heartstrings
Soaking Jonathan's payments into offshore storage
Word got around on Friday
Jonathan had taken his fill
Fallen off a balcony mid-teaching
Suffered a mild death for his actions
Word got around next Saturday
That Betty had met the amazing full man
He offered her wallet pockets of nothing
But it was more than she ever had