Kit Kelen #823 - then again, the market

823

again, the market

never leave the table till you're full up to the muzzle

- from the puddin' owners anthem

come truffles after the bear

the market is singing

we all hum along

a kind of meatworks shame

scoff karma

take a pill for breakfast

and curls into a little ball

cause who knows why?

the weather?

seasick with prediction

and nothing to catch to shore

cling

raft

buoy

plank

each to another animal

sodden in the fur

will you doubt that money was here

and later money left?

for fireworks

which are indigestion

here it comes

puffing the stairs

and at the gate

who's this?

in among the china too

that's the view of the market

and never see the walls are falling

the inescapable factory fire

and flood

breed brimstone

there is no smoke but fire

then sudden in the far

more maw

and who's a greedy boy?

eat up!

sees nothing in the mirror

you won't get it open

but stand by window

breeze for the testing

like a diamond here for heaven

ask are we ready to fall

bob, weave

through traffic - get there

ahead of the who-was-it

not-quick?

hysterics work the womb with us

and drink this yes it's poison

no risk that you'll retire

toil!

make more zigurats

dig for your life

and it's down there then and now

here comes the news

all the market trembles

soul-lessly in fear

which is rumour

the ship is sinking

let's float gold

you can buy an asteroid of the stuff

no one has ever climbed this mountain

it cannot be known how far it goes up

let's wish a winter dark for all

drown the lot in some rising sea