With terrifying rapidity
He’d eaten through the money
Imagining it to be the birth
Of some thought-out, greater plan.
And when it was all, almost gone
And there was only debt to eat,
Unexpected costs to meet,
The old familiar life returned.
He began to look with less concern
At myths he’d chosen to believe,
Grand designs he had conceived
For the kind of life that could be lived,
The items ticked off, one by one,
A modest list of things to own,
And calculate their present worth
In future illiquidity.