11/27/22

The Center of TIme (a poem)


The center of time
moved past quicker rhyme
glued itself to signs
right down the street

powers ripe just heat
run roughshod to beat
anything it meets;
a network elite

mass extinction tide
the bad override
won’t be denied
surface of the seas

tuned in to boom
each investor tomb
anyone’s room
is Wall Street’s last breeze.

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