Wireshell trash can sweep-brushed
by Fusion, Alero, Chrysler Something.
They’re filled to the brim like sepia-stained
skyscrapers with swivel chairs and water cooler
pow-wows. Boss’ talking fax machines
and projections for the second fiscal quarter,
flipping a stock EKG reading on its ***. We’re
all millionaires. All up like the NYSE at seven o’clock
in our living rooms watching the fireplace
playfully threaten our investments while CNN
sends money through the VCR slot. Cars, no
garbage trucks, cars, cars, scraping hubcaps off
the high sidewalks like beautiful harpsichords.
Neighbors. Suitcases and dresser drawers
packed tight with meat tape, paper towels,
and coffee mugs/fine China make heaped trash bags
seem obsolete. There’s no garbage here.
Downtown’s neon district makes enough
that they could afford a glowsign on every window,
every square inch of every lunch special, gallery opening,
or Salvation Army bell-ringer.

Forget New York,
we're the city that never sleeps.

... he and she are thinking…a life together, still much in love, as always,
but a thought or two, once in a while…


He
Once, she was a frog
and I kissed her
and yeah, she’s beautiful
But hell, I thought she’d come with
castle and lands and fields
I thought that was the deal
but she just told me I’ve got to get real -
they’d done away with kings and queens;
a few were beheaded, and most de-constitutionalized -  
haven’t I heard? *“Have you been living in a well?” she asked.
OK, fine, she comes with all beauty
and love and care and all that – yeah sure,
but a million in US bonds and a billion
in the NYSE indexed on emerging markets
would have been comfy




She
OK - this guy is the best, the greatest, cool
he’s steady, reliable, good and loving and all that -
but oh, how do I get him to wash the dishes?
There are never-ending things and chores to be done -
like tidy the bed in the mornings, vacuum once a week
there’s dust under the table
And you know, such stuff that princesses
don’t lift a delicate finger about -
will he just work on sight of a list,
and get it all done?
And how long can I have him wed and awed
about this Princess thing?
Oh, yes – and I forgot one more crucial thing
that he must always have the bowl lid down after he pees
Is it too late now – should I have included it in the pre-nuptial?

du var som den pollen der fik mig til at nyse
hvis vi endelig var ovre og pillerne begyndt at virke
duftede jeg atter et træ af birke.

The day the dollar died

They showed the people
At the NYSE
Pulling their hair out
Screaming and crying

The money
The money
The money has died!

Oh no?
I just laughed to myself
Well it was only a matter of time
After all

R.I.P. American dollar

Hallucinations
Or just creative imagination
Is it a fine line
Drawn in the sand of the sublime

What I see in my mind’s eye
Must be a reminder of simpler times
Before clinical disparity between the two
Was a widening gap that grew
Beyond the realms of just how do I do

But into a more critical territory
As to whether I would be a threat to society
A threat I am not that I am sure
But clinical trials have been introduced to the poor

Chemicals, medicines, therapy for the mind
I’m sure my condition has been treated many times

For big pharma they need reasons to be
Listed on the NYSE
Yearly targets they have and they must narrow my soul
And fit it on their platter of explainable goals
Boardmembers, shareholders, profiteers alike
They need my condition to reach dizzying heights

Well they have done it, they have achieved
A society of those who are aggrieved
To find out in despair
That what was once light is now nobody’s care
Except for those who’e pockets are lined
With people like me, who are apparently out of their mind