98poems/pockets

Should I out live him,
it is his pockets
I will remember.
His money in a random
way between the 3×5
cards he always carries,
in different colors,
but not coded as I would
try to do.
And used as he does use things
– to death, front and back
before thrown away.
Something both in his ancestral
memory and his individual nature,
and thus, unbreakable.
Everything written down,
what he overhears
and wants to save, as he does
save things – everything.
All that I have sent him to
the store for, in the recent
and far past.
Calculations, and since
I have trained him to do so,
every penny that he has
spent.

10/7/98