foto by smith
Wall Street
Pushing through the night
Eastward to the moon
Not yet risen,
False dusk of reason dons
Its mantis mating respectability
Sans honor, self or soul.
Money talks of dawn, damns
The discarded husk of culture
And enlightens genes for green,
Without the warranty.
i think of all that is wrong and needs to be addressed in the world, and then i glance at The Plain Dealer newspaper’s front page main headline for today – “Great bargains come to those who wait,” about folks who start a store line outside in the freezing cold 13 hours before the store opens so they can be the first to get the best bargains.
i don’t want to be in america anymore.
foto by smith