what if everything in the world cost
whores and cars and houses and
neckties and dog food and watches
and drugs and airplanes and guns and
lemons and businesses and guitars
and microscopes and spaceships
would all cost one dollar.
I know, I know–there’s some
fundamental law of economics
I’m overlooking. But forget
that law for the moment.
Just imagine: with this dollar-fifty
in my pocket, I could buy a pack of
gum and half a nuclear warhead.
For the price of a condiment at
the state fair, I could buy the world
and hand it back to the universe, saying
“Sorry we fucked it up so bad. You take it
now. And no matter what we say don’t ever
ever give it back. Not even for a dollar.”
Written at 8:20 at night, in my office, in Agoura Hills CA.