Compound Interest

I'm not actually that interested
Not enough to wait
While spinning dials
Make clockwise rings in digital divots
As life gets faster
My harmony gets harder
And I'd rather inspect your hairpiece
Up close and in person

I also don't care much
For razzle dazzle
You can shrink a word
Down to its vitals
Charm having lost its charm
Little wine rings
Tie clips

Zig When Others Zag
A poster exclaims
In an effort to be cutting edge
And progressive
Forward moving
Visionary
But products are now the only products
Unless you hang with people
They can tell you where to shop
I say products, financial products, packages and institutions
Since saving
Has become a delicate art
So it seems
When you read that money can appear
As a ghost
Numbers compounding on themselves
Like cancer
So quickly
Tripping over placeholders
Never sure anymore
If that's a thousand, or ten, or a million
Resting on commas
Abbreviations for more than should be counted in one sitting
Seems too much

In relation to oatmeal, per se
Even if you like oatmeal
It starts to lose its benefit
When you are forced to swim in it
For any length of time

The things of interest are:
a cafe in a foreign city
a well made pastry
bike lanes
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3.26.12

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