Nationwide.

I have more money than sense,
a personal state of profligacy
and occasionally, mostly, I'm left in a
state of anomie.
My balance has the anatomy
of animation, an unstable
delusion of what is there,
what is not
and how it drains like water
down the washbasin.

I have never been less careful
and more demanding of incredulous relations.
Time moves wearily while
the obsession still lives with hyperactive motives.
The nil sign arrives, I am quiet.
I step into the overdraft
not mentioning I might need help with
oniomania.