one word federal reserve: idol
gaggle
the thrones are bare
the minstrels
sway
with the days of
charisma
we wonder when we
fall
the vision is always
after
plummeting through space
asking
for price
cost/benefits that
mangle the taste
evade the question
the 42 you didn't ask for
this was before
the time of
the golden calf
the golden bowl
hell, even the golden
ass: it's all in the woodwork,
it's all
down
for the count.
the thrones are bare
the minstrels
sway
with the days of
charisma
we wonder when we
fall
the vision is always
after
plummeting through space
asking
for price
cost/benefits that
mangle the taste
evade the question
the 42 you didn't ask for
this was before
the time of
the golden calf
the golden bowl
hell, even the golden
ass: it's all in the woodwork,
it's all
down
for the count.
Labels: greening span
posted by murat11 at 10:51 AM
8 Comments:
And so finally, your mammon poem. I love it. It is so true that vision is always after plummeting through space. (especially if we learn from our mistakes)
"asking for price / cost/benefits that / mangle the taste" is truly inspired.
And the last part, describing our era:
"this was before / the time of / the golden calf / the golden bowl / hell, even the golden /
ass; it's all in the woodwork, / it's all / down / for the count."
It sends shivers up and down my spine about how many lessons from history we kept forgetting, especially as we bowed at the temple of the "greening span". I fear that some are still bowing there and things will keep on plummeting...
this is the best commentary on the economy that I have read anywhere - hands down. It has it all - idolatry, hindsight, the answer to everything. Don't like the answer? Hitchhike on out of here LOL
Fit to be tied and down for the count. I think I know how the babies and golden calves feel. And the world governments, whoo! Why is hindsight 20/20 and vision still legally blind? Or maybe with current awareness it’s 20/150 or 20/100. Either way, you live another day ; ) you busy, preparing-for-girding-our-future-loins facilitator of young spirits. Pat Booker, F.E.F.Y.S. (Facilitator of Empowering and Freeing Young Spirits). Life promises to be maximal : )
Teresa: Though these minute rice poems are never written with any foresight, much less even sight for that matter, I like where this one ended up: it was a fun tango.
Dee: Them's high praise, cher. Mil gracias. I don't think the poets gather much around the conference tables: they're usually at the kids' table.
Hey, Duchess, I likes that there certification you done give me! Life promises to be maximal? You been watching Everything is Illuminated? That is most premium and maximal, hermana, and makes me feel proximal to your premiumness all over again!
(Who let the KOB in here?)
Any way you look at it, I'm just barely getting the sock off my head. Vision's blurry and fuzzy all at the same time.
creative take on the sad and seemingly human way...
congrats on your new certification: F.E.F.Y.S.
Miz Lee: This gassy gas is so much not that beautiful love song over at your Big Sky. I'm hoping the new certification comes with a shoulder patch...
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