I knew I would be
very wealthy one day,
but I never expected

all this.

  I can't breathe
in the spring air.
Golden        pollen          spreads,
 continuing the cycle,

  nature's cocaine,
burns my insides.

Outside it looks
             like someone stretched
                              panty hose

  in front of the lens
to give the picture
a dark, sensual look.

I can see
     right through it.