Ode to Twitter users @colourfulartist and @lolo_valentine (by Podium Poet Nik Way)

How much for a pot of honey?

Is treacle more worthwhile to preserve

the taste of sticky newness that dribbles

onto the tongue with every stamp

stamp, stamp of the pricing gun.


Four-pounds-ninety-nine

stamp

Seven-pounds-ninety-nine

stamp

Nine-hours-spent-here

stamp

Six-pounds-an-hour

stamp


I fold the bill in both hands and tear

it into ribbons that stream

from my fingers like inky waterfalls


The golden jar shatters

and the door behind me crashes

as I rocket down the street into her arms

where I stay, hoisting her above my head


Trace her hand with mine

glossy, pink, new


How much did you earn today?


I shake my head and put the gun to hers,

but when I pull the trigger

nothing stamps 

no ink impressions

just her hopeful little face

that will shine in the darkest nights.