Hand in wallet   hand in mouth

                   well-worn as the skin on my back

no change

                   coins redundant 

Too quickly I am clean out of money

                     I finger the card pocket

        find the rectangular 

                             hard edged corners

Grows money like mythical weeds 

                a paddock of credit access

            easily swiped      even squandered

                                   the braille in my name

A subject of surfeit                              have it all 

                                         at once it coaxes

           I don’t feel the hollows yet

                           not until interest I have no interest in shows up

            like a bad penny 

                                        never quite squares with the maths of purchase prices

But like power feed

                           it adds and aids     keeps the habit habitual

             buy today      who knows what tomorrow brings

My fingers fold

                         hold      shelter the embossing

 I am my will 

                         brand products my addiction if I let it be

I know it’s not what it seems

                          it’s more 

                                   and yet less than