Money is a living thing, with G-d given wisdom
"O life how it dies and grows on trees," says Jeff Blackman.
Discordia does not, it turns out, hate everything. Every other week, we share a piece of work from an artist who's earned our respect.
There is art that moves us, and there is art that moves with us. This is Fellow Travellers.
W/o a stain
I’ve cum your weight I pissed a lake I shat for days & left a trace I left a trace I wet a page I pegged a date & wore its face I wore a face I stayed in late I had it made & leashed a fate I leashed a fate & when I strayed it caught my tail & hit erase It hit erase & took my shame but with it brang my pride & name My pride & name just jizz & rain what washed away without a stain
Kosher Cheeseburger (Fivel Goes West)
Your food cost too much. The ingredients were once homeward bound. Gravity heavy on the saying, “Every one has their price.” O life how it dies and grows on trees. O money, nonbinary hunter/gatherer. Digitize & encrypt it to your fart’s content, money is a living—yes, living thing. Now then, isn’t it finally time your cash ventured out to make it on its own? Aren’t you excited for your funds to decide how they may be saved or splurged? Can you let them grow? Or this is ridiculous, your money sentient, intelligent, worthy of love. This is silly. You & I know better. Money is only the vehicle. Really, there’s a lil’ hidden Jew inside. Yes, a lil’ hidden Jew cloaked in a queer manner of accessory & attire @ the reins of your credit & wealth steering your every tap, tap, tap. The lil’ guy just wants to go back to its family but cannot tell in which biz its lil’ lost tribe resides. Somewhere, out there, through the pale blue of a POS machine, their Poppa sighs, “Fivel, come home.” All you have to do is keep clicking your heels and wiggling your big nose. Sorry, no please dismiss this indulgence in conspiracy— my failsafe tendency to scapegoat in the face of the cool diagnosis: money is a living thing, with G-d given wisdom to select suitable mates, propagate and replace the priceless, but too a weakness—yes, a weakness to pay a lil’ extra for meat from a cow who had its throat slit as per tradition.
“Kosher Cheeseburger (Fivel Goes West)” appeared in the menu / chapbook for Last Poet Laughing at Bamm’s Snack Shack.
JEFF BLACKMAN is a poet and publisher, responsible recently for *in the briny* (Puddles of Sky Press) and the persistent zine, *These Days* (which has featured Fellow Travellers Bardia Sinaee, dalton derkson, IAN MARTIN, JC Bouchard, Jenna Jarvis, Miles Forrester, and the late, great Jay Gobuty).Follow Jeff on social media and pick up These Days/Horsebroke Press zines on Etsy.
Interested in being a Fellow Traveller? Email your poetry, prose, visual art, etc. to discordia.sucks@gmail.com. We pay (not much), and pieces are collected a few times a year in a small print edition.
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