The cash machine is blue and green. For a hundred in twenties and a small service fee. I could spend three dollars and sixty-three cents. On Diet Coca-Cola and unlit cigarettes. I wonder why we listen to poets when nobody gives a fuck. How hot and sorrowful this machine begs for luck. All my lies are always wishes. I know I would die if I could come back new. I want a good life with a nose for things. the fresh wind and bright sky to enjoy my suffering. A hole without a key if I break my tongue. Oh speaking of tomorrow how will it ever come?. All my lies are always wishes. I know I would die if I could come back new. I'm down on my hands and knees. every time a doorbell rings. I shake like a toothache. when I hear myself sing. All my lies are only wishes. I know I would die if I could come back new. I would like to salute. the ashes of American flags. And all the fallen leaves. filling up shopping bags.