Goldman Sachs, the giant vampire squid,
wrapped around our faces with a funnel,
sits upon a Ponzi pyramid,
preventing light to shine within its tunnel.
Although upon such bankers falls the onus
of guilt for economic meltdown, they
continue paying a humongous bonus
...

ACHILLES AND THE DODGERS

Putting Agamemnon down as sack of wine,
with dog's eyes and the heart of deer, Achilles
anticipates the way the Dodgers too may whine
if in the playoff they are beaten by the Phillies.

There won't be mayhem when the final...

Not a hopeless hypochondriac of history,
nor a nabob who was negative and nattered,
maven of the English tongue whose wordy mystery
he believed to English-speaking people mattered,
he was a columnist the New York Times allowed
to disagree with its opinions. There, as a...

Dotted everywhere they'd look,
men saw ironic points of light,
and spoke the words: "Let there be night!"
which you won't find inside the book
describing how the world began.
Of all days this one was the worst,
'39, September 1st,
when hell...

Although our compass often is not true,
we need one not to be misled
by those who try to paddle our canoe
without a compass in their head.
Our lives are voyages that tend to end
in places where we had not planned
to...

Now that gas tanks are no longer fillable
with what once seemed unlimited cheap oil
it seems that lawyers' hours that are billable
will be replaced, attorneys made to toil
for services according to the paradigm
that all the world except for them has followed;

"The dream shall never die,"
Ted Kennedy once said;
the dream is flitting by,
and very close to dead.
Now we're kept awake
by nightmares in which we
fall downward, and forsake
the up mobility,
the bright-eyed cause for which
the...

Sometimes outselling The Catcher
In the Rye The Lord of the Flies,
which comes from the land of Ms. Thatcher,
proves Britons tells far fewer lies
describing dystopia than Yankees,
but cover it up it up with a coat
of sugar, like Mr. Bernanke's

They used to say a rising tide
could lift all boats, and making those
who're rich more rich would help provide
the poor not just with food and clothes,
but things we all enjoy like cars,
vacations, ladies. Although Gatsby
envied Tom Buchanan, he

Ford Motor Company asked Marianne Moore
to think up names for their brand new cars.
Agreeing to be automobile whore,
she couldn't give them branded jaguars,
already taken, so Ford Fabergé,
Astranaut, Utopian Turtletop,
were names that she proposed to them, but they
...

When a fund that is a feeder
turns into a money bleeder
investors who've been badly scammed,
if not yet flat-line cardiogrammed,
call in for help the FBI,
and have to wave their wealth bye-bye.
There's no point asking for refunds
from...

A rolling stone becomes quite mossy,
unless supported by its posse
when celebrating birthdays in
Las Vegas. Hillary can't win
when in the Congo in a tizzy
she has to prove that she is busy
running the affairs of State,
and not the...

Barack Obama, being plucky,
resembles the black cat called Felix,
but surely, being far more plucky,
he'll win again. A double helix
is written in his DNA,
and found within his cat-like genes
that help him reproduce each day
the measures for which...

Contributing my frantic froth
like other media leeches,
arousing printed media wrath
and angst resembling Nietzsche's,
"one link out" from visible,
on Huffington I post
what may be though derisible,
but I would dare to boast
is clear as...

Of mad men gulping vodka on the rocks
while ogling secretaries whom they're scheming
to take to bed I sing, for forever dreaming
the fantasies a PC world now mocks.

The '60s is where I would like to be,
but times have...

In the faithless money-driven
world nobody is forgiven,
unless they can afford attorneys
who drive them gently on their journeys
while parting them from all the money
they'd landed as the milk and honey
that passes for the promised land

Long looking, like slow cooking, should
become the vogue, replacing speedy glances
with which we tend to focus on the wood
instead of trees, though every one enhances
our lives as much as forests where they stand.
Slowly cooking, bringing out all flavors,

Youth has no age, Picasso said.
In the long run we're all dead.
We can't deny this troubling truth
by claiming everlasting youth
after it has passed us by,
when, unprepared to ever die,
we're forced to turn another page,
yellowed, mellowed by...

If Sarah Palin looked like Golda,
older and Alaska-colder,
would she be warming cockles
of our hearts in her debacles?
To have a race within your pocket
you do not need to be a rocket
scientist, but if you whine,
and do not...

Whose feet, I wonder, walked in ancient times upon
the ground that still is called Jerusalem?
They've disappeared, and yet their traces have not gone
away. Although their enemies condemn
their fervent claim to follow with their faithful feet
the feet of ancestors who made...