Old Purpose Remembered

i feel sick digesting my history
not from lament or remorse or headaches
but real indigestion of Purpose;
there're images that stick and people we see
punctuation marks on life that last
to conflagrate our visions of Purpose;
i'll go through this mighty realm of others and read
all about their stories in books and magazines
and ponder what they mean to my Purpose;
what does poetry do on paper, jealous leaves,
when all it does is muck up your mind
and all you want is to crum up that purpose;
that purpose is old and dirty prose
keeping me from my duty
my newfound gifts of futuresome deeds
and Purpose.

Economics

copper up a holy sacrifice
of learning
we build up a mighty ladder
reach out starved as the stars
and open wide the pockets for
pennies that we love.
there is a great grumbling that kills
because it is Death
coppery tasting death of lives and
their minds and all the cats and dogs.
regard the absurd, regard the circling
viscousness. hope yourself and anyone
you can hold out of the empty mine.
this dust is beautiful and useful.
both beautiful and useful.
copper tongues to copper minds.