Like today’s markets our hearts bottomed out
not in sympathy to those won or lost
nor those busted out, sure-broken from doubt,
but for one who remains, harried and tossed.
He chose his friends from kindness as his stocks
yet now the bell is rung on a dead day
for though they held, held fast like faithful rocks
they were men and faltered and fell away.
What rhythm’s left? What ragged rise and fall?
What empty planets whirl around the sun
with orders on the line to put and call
and the last man pinned under a mountain.
New Project: Barmonger
Working on new web-based project that I hope to talk more about in the near future. For now, you can sign up for updates on the Barmonger home page.
Project: Todetica Acrylic Jewelry
Is now on sale at Small Victories . You can see some product images here. The gear shapes are my own design, laser-cut from acrylic and finished with oxidized metal chain and ear wires.
Demand ≠ Supply
The price of flesh, adjusted by the day
The bones of want and their market value
I know the cost to turn the horse to glue-
but as to love, I really couldn’t say.
The bones of want and their market value
I know the cost to turn the horse to glue-
but as to love, I really couldn’t say.
The Best Days of My Youth
Youth is not kind. It’s a kind of lying:
In tigers, time blurs—an opiate,
in lions, becomes a lying in wait,
but in bears—caves in—and hibernates.
In tigers, time blurs—an opiate,
in lions, becomes a lying in wait,
but in bears—caves in—and hibernates.
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