Kerri Shying R #240 Citigate Blue

Citigate Blues

the new kings lend us money

at the rate that feeds them             cold

tall ready to be more  once were we

don’t be reminding   let them show

they weren’t             they rose they rose            they

have that something extra             we the

wastrels  giving in to folly   fall  soft

down in the pointilistic spirals  one million

dots of market research   the slim hourglass

of loss of gain   another economic renaissance

some body  gurgling in the drain