Above Social Media poster has no bearing on the poem that follows.  It is about the Financial System.  I last completed Warren Mosler’s book “The 7 Deadly Innocent Frauds of Economic Policy”.  Read an article by Michael Hudson on Naked Capitalism and wrote a letter comment there earlier this day.  I see the requirement of a Gov. of Govs.  John C. Mearsheimer wrote “The Tragedy of Great Power Politics”. That means everyone needs nukes.  There is no World Police for the Peace between nations.  He just says there is no Gov. of Govs. to call.  He is right for the UN is toothless.  Having no armed forces of its own means the US, or China, or France, or some nation like Russia will get its way.  They can really just have all the nukes they want amongst themselves, have all the wars they want.  The Econ Wars usually become battlefield wars littered with body parts.

 

I AM REMINDED

I am reminded when I see your name.

Is that you Carol, with that byline?

You were so depressed.  I don’t think you are alive.

The Chicago sidewalk all dust blonde of it.

I’d never seen you look so bad.

You said I could have just stayed in the City.

Did you think I was welcome?  Really?

& something made me think of Elizabeth.

You don’t answer through Linked in.

I get 16 Searches a week there.

No joke.  I wanted to be hired to be on the Board.

If I gave them 4,000 dollars I could be a

Board member.

Panavision got sold, but they are keeping Kim.

I’m not too happy about it.

“You’re young, and I’m not.”  is the thought

when I see the young alone or in groups

on the sidewalks.

I ought have left Elaines that damp

Tires whooshing night when invited by

that handsome guy with a few women

he was entertaining, squiring.

I’d have had to ask him to “loan” me

money.

I only had 15 dollars left.

It was cash, and they were going to a club.

In NYC you can spend 100 dollars at a Club

quick.

The price of a beer was all of a sudden 8 dollars.

At a neighborhood place, by ’94.

The Guiding Light didn’t pay much.

Sonja, you had such green eyes.

I ran into you in Battery Park City

Nearby Gristedes and Modern Head.

I know you were no extrovert.

Whatever happened to you?

There is Nancy who is a rich woman last

known to be playing polo in Wilmington.

I regret I have no photograph.

Something on the radio makes me think

Harry Dean Stanton.  When will I see his last movie?

“Make yourself at home in my heart.”  It was a

beautiful song I found in the stacks at the radio station.

That never led to anything either.

My god!  I met with the goth girl in Winston Salem.

Play Misty for me, and damn right run.

Too young.  I was crazy.

So glad I’ve never been famous like famous people.

I wasn’t an all out gentleman till I was 40.

The other day I thought of my contribution to Aviation.

Well not exactly.  I created a checklist for the FBO

About how to wash a plane.  It was a money maker.

They probably threw it away once I was gone.

(Clean the insides first.)  Can we make that allegorical,

or is it metaphorical?

Everyday all the time moving through the liquid

that is life.