July 24, 2010

Credit Card

Credit Card

By John R. Greenwood


Balance

Easy up

Slow down


Dig a hole

Sell your soul


Faceless voice

Devil on the line


Pay the bill

With callused hands


Soprano fear

Surrounds the mind

No place to hide


Phone rings

8:59


Rest ‘til dawn

Begin the day

Late fees to pay


I wrote this as the economy crumbled and people everywhere struggled to survive. College students swamped with credit card offers. Mail boxes stuffed to capacity with visions of life in the fast lane. Families caught in the web of unattainable happiness via plastic promises destined to destroy us all.


J.R.G.8.18.08



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3 comments:

  1. Linda Bob Grifins Korbetis HallMay 1, 2011 at 10:54 PM

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  2. Kerry O'ConnorMay 2, 2011 at 2:00 AM

    You have a very interesting style, with the punchy lines and insistent rhythm. It lent well to the theme of this poem.

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  3. UnknownMay 2, 2011 at 12:46 PM

    The staccato pulse of this poem imparts the sense of anxiety debt and it's ramifications impart. Greatr Nicely constructed.

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