National Poetry Month: A Day in the Life

I paid a girl to eat a strawberry on camera  
At first mechanically  
And then again sensually  

I paid for two lucky green leaves  
And put them in my pocket  
To snack on later  

I paid for a glorious phallic soft serve 
after lunch while daydreaming about a former lover  
It was vanilla 

I paid a pianist to play  
melancholy melodies beneath the moonlight 
He smelled slightly of apples 

I paid a hare in a tidy red bow  
to tell jokes in a field of orange poppies  
The goal was to get one poppy to laugh 

I paid a girl to get down 
on her knees to show that she can do 
what leopards do 

I paid for a baby seal 
so I could gaze into its glassy black eyes  
perhaps prolong its life on earth 

I paid a girl to arouse me by 
dribbling water out of her mouth  
every time I said the word please 

I paid someone to control the sky 
with a digital camera from the nineties 
His name was Sky 

I paid my friends to step on their hands 
with stilettos  
The gift of stigmata  

I paid for high heels because 
It is important to buy one thing every day  
even on a nice one like today