gold on the eyes

i should’ve died

because then my work

would sell better

than i could peddle it

out with two hands

worn and useless

from trying to live

on me

when all i needed

was rest in myself

by drinking and smoking

and consuming all i am

by becoming all i’m not

and not recalling the difference

between the two

for to do so

would be i

when i wasn’t

and i’m dead

or dying

knowing that there is

money in death

and death in money