Troubled by

Troubled by my suspicion of financial institutions I
took care to count my money carefully
sorting the stacks of coins by color
arranging them into towers
feeling the message of their value
becoming like bricks in a wall
an economic building of myself.

Scuttled by my lack of financial intuition I
took care to clutch the pennies
tightly in my fist before watching them
drop into a glass pig I had purchased
with the purpose and hope
that the copper would turn into gold.

Humbled by my sudden financial divestment I
looked upon the market sadly
aware that the magnetic fingers in my wallet
were measuring a slow and labored pulse
I exchange value without money.