I Had Some Quarters

I had quarters through the slots of my fingers.
I had quarters whispering through my shroud.
I had quarters chipped with the lies of bankers.
I had quarters fallen from the banks of clouds.
I had quarters form a shivering sound.

I had some quarters.

I had quarters lost to the cough of day.
I had quarters stomped into the cemetary.
I had quarters rolled into the catacombs.
I had quarters for coffee and laundry.
I had quarters the color of falling.

I had some quarters.

I had quarters for bread and sugar.
I had quarters for damage of the brain.
I had quarters strung along my puppetstrings.
I had quarters the smell of rain.
I had quarters longing for greedy exchange.

I had some quarters.

I had quarters as eyes without empathy.
I had quarters as seasons without change.
I had quarters formed like stars from my breath.
I had quarters as a bedazzled cage.
I had quarters as my shiny visage.

I had some quarters.

I had quarters plumbed from my excess.
I had quarters bottled up for love.
I had quarters to push my agenda.
I had quarters to finance my bluffs.