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.
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
no ink impressions
just her hopeful little face
that will shine in the darkest nights.