Making Monopoly

Making Monopoly

Below the plane, the houses make Monopoly

boards, di coming up blank

And in Vegas, a dollar's a dime a dozen

and so is the drink in your hand and her thin smile

Ronald bends red lips to the child,

his shoes like trestle girders below her

At lunchbreak, the foreman barks a warning

that hits the distant pavement long after the bricks

Mona Lisa grins from a wall in The Louvre

like a sheepish young girl from the suburbs.