Wild Embrace?

Wild embrace
may become
a phrase to 
live by.

Another cheap
post, another swiveling
power, dusting 
the curtains 
to prove that a clean god
is a good god.

May the silk and money
become a series 
of flowers who 
always wilt
under personification
and rhymes.

Ask and you shall deceive
yourself into a thing they call
belief, using a word about 
people you do not know,
twilling and shilling
until the gold coins taste
a little bit like mint 
and sage.

Without teeth,
wreathes bequeath 
inheritance upon 
the shadow of a shadow
of a penumbral shade.

Gum the works.
These words will
shirk strain in 
exchange for 
a tradeless living
made by the catalpas
in the embers of a world
once eucalyptus.