portfolio management…

barnum and bailey wars

the brown bag prophet
said
i understand
the world’s oldest circus
is closing
i replied
yes
financial difficulties
i
believe
oh
the prophet
said
but
i have it
from
an
alternative
fact source
that
clairvoyant carnival clowns
advised
the owners
to close
since
they
would not
be able
to compete
with
the circus
in washington
as
the king
of
clowns
has
taken up
residence there

your ticket’s been punched…

your-tickets-been-punched

we vainly
deal
with our fears
as if
they will respond
to
the words
of
others
if
expressed
in
an office
or
meditation center
delegating
our
decisions
to
robed
and
un-robed
messiahs
of
our own personal sorrows
messiahs
conveniently
found
on webpages
which
apparently
was
prophesied
by
liberals
and
conservatives
in
a national poll
thus
making the transition
to
a
dulcet
intellectual peasant
validated

new year resolution of sorts…

a-new-years-resolution-of-sorts

within this grave
the walls
are pliable
i can move
from
side to side
but
never up
nor
beyond
the gravedigger’s
predefined
perimeters
of
my existence
that’s the price
of life
well
life
as presented
by
society
each of us
must stay
within our own grave
accepting the limits
imposed upon us
but
i’ve fashioned
a spoon
from hope
and
have begun
digging steps
while
not one
was looking
i’ve heard rumors
of
the resistance
to
ignorance
i’m hoping
to join them
if
they exist
if not
i shall form
the resistance

irreversible calls…

irreversible-calls

backdrop
sounds
nothing from nature
chants
of
football fans
flow
through
open windows
and
on
televisions
sounds
of gun fire
from
chicago
la
and
aleppo
assault the ears
with
this new year
minds
wonder
where
they should go
and
why
they should stay
eyes
closed
they
dream
memories fade into
imagined
silky textures
of
tomorrow
they fall
asleep
like
all
of
society

a main street carnival…

a-main-street-carnival

words
tossed
at flowblue dreams
shatter the hopes
of
tiny tims
everywhere
toss
them
a tin whistle
so
they can play
a tune
for their dinner
but
never
offer them
a tin drum
we
all
recall oscar
but
perhaps
such drumming
would lead
to screams
for justice
and
that glass ceiling
of
ignorance
that has encased
our societies
would be
shattered
and
the masses
would be forced
to
grow up
leaving only
freedom
as
their
mistress

the curse of saltwater customer service…

the-curse-of-saltwater-customer-service

excluding
all
but
his emotions
he counts
his concerns
each one
more
significant
than
the last one
conveying
his jaundice views
to those
compelled
to listen to
his mad dog rampages
they
unable to retreat
smile
and
offer
consolatory solutions
but
to no avail
he’s certain
there’s only
one
answer
his