Tuesday, March 31, 2009

New Poem

Again, pre NaPoWriMo. Let the bad poetry begin!



Confidence

The economy requires
that we hold onto each other,
thousands of darkened rooms
inside our states, our golden plains
feeling swindled, flimflammed.
The news swallows us like a sinkhole.
This is the new currency encrypted
with the fine contradictions
of gains and losses. This is
the world is as it has always been:
full of grifters, because they know
there’s one born every minute.
Time will turn us into fragments
before we finally catch on.
What will the wind
cheat us out of today?

7 comments:

kj said...

love it, esp. the last line. and love seeing the word flimflammed!

susan said...

And where is the bad poetry?

What way to start.

January said...

Susan and KJ, you are too kind.

Happy NPM!

phobean said...

Yea! May I snatch for a poemcard?

Maya Ganesan said...

Oh, I really like the last line.

January said...

Maya, thanks!

Pho, it's all yours. My blog is your blog.

maureenpoetryblog said...

here we go!

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