Tonight's Poet Corner: Winded
Winded by Belinda Roddie Extravagance leaves a fat man winded when he's weighed down by anchors of pirate gold, Blackbeard's laughter subsiding in his ears 'til there's a slim echo anticipating cardiac collapse. No, don't take the diamonds off him - he sparkles so naturally, his sweat just like crystal against the cut manufacturer's wet dreams. And again make him dance like a chandelier. And again make him drool puddles of silver. And again submit him to emerald pull-ups with crowbars over stock market chainsaws and watch him scream over the buzzing. But he's happy to be rich, and he'll happily endure the wealth spasm until he passes it down like a disease to his sons and daughters, who will bloat from the $$$ but slice the baby fat with scalpels paid with more $$$ but it's not good enough, so more $$$, and more $$$, and more $$$