This week’s gone by in a whirl of feverish unproductive activity or not. It was sad. It was scary. I hope to never see another one like it. I have been spending evenings and/or nights with friends and when alone find myself looking for any escapist TV show I can find. Though I did succumb to Anderson Cooper for about ten minutes last night
The closing was scheduled for 10/1. Then 11/2. Now it’s someday between 9/24 and 10/7. I just hope that it happens.
I have noticed that New Yorker’s think this economic crisis is all about us and nobody else in America. When they speak dispargingly of the Wal Mart customer who wouldn’t know a stock from bond, they’re speaking of me, kind of, and I do resent the stupid superiority of the New Yorker
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Trainman te_ts; people die
Brokerages fail; people lose all
Companies lay off; dreams shatter
Inflation happens
Couple make love, staring
at glass near cathedral
ceiling
The reflection used to satisfy
egos without limits
Unopened mail, torrents of it
await in
foyer; laptops filled with accounts, negative
balances
Lovemaking completed or she thinks never
really took place; faster and faster–PLONK
Did they ever really love each other? Both try
to remember.
Tomorrow bank will take back penthouse loft
They will drive in brother’s car to
her mother’s shabby not chic dusty beach town
rented house.
No longer have leased Le_uses, large beach house.
Furniture gone via Craig’s List. Debtor with
huge hands takes money
fifteen years ago, they had nothing but dreams and credit
Built business an illusion; sold dreams and delusions
Some day soon after tomorrow a motel maid will open
door scream faint upon discovering their bloated bodies
He really hated her mother.
Did she truly have to rub it in, in her piddling talk about
the wonders of
compound interest?
My apologizes to people who really can write poetry. I like it. It doesn’t like me
the beauty of poetry,, is that it is the skeleton of that which dwells inside you… this was very well done,, believe it or not.. i liked the fact that so much hopelessness culminated in the hatred for her mother… someone always ends up getting the brunt don’t they??? i wonder how often they truly deserve it…
I shuttered when I read of the hotel maid–as I had a friend who checked out that way 2 years ago November–you create almost a morality tale with very strong images–it’s powerful
I’m sure they’re referring to the “other” Wal-Mart customers, not you and me 🙂
I wonder why bad news, disaster, and times of uncertainty causes people to want to make love.
I really don’t think any apologies are necessary. Helluva week. Good luck with the pending closing.