3634.I'LL HAVE TO TRIM MY ADVANCE

I'LL HAVE TO 

TRIM MY ADVANCE

(Mammon Leftover)

The bankers collide with the law

while the brokers collude with each other.

It is mentioned 'there's no shame in the processs'

though the process had  long ago died. The wastrels of

hunger and meat, those things which are not profit, wait

about for crumbs or leavings. The dark side roars, the

situation threatens. Outside the stack exchange, I see

two hundred people scruffing the neck of good sense,

fighting back to the pillars of Mammon.

-

Tonight was the largest full moon of the year,

I am told - one must believe illusion? I saw this

wan disc dipping down, touching the rim of a now

not-so-solid Earth. 'Just a closer walk with thee, oh

dear Jesus, let it be.' Such were the words of this orb

as they lit on the sky  -  and then the drunk mavens

broke through. 'Cinco de LMayo for me and for you!

We get drunk on the land, we are singing your profits,

oh great Christ what a night is this!

-

'I thought you got drunk on profits,' I muttered to

myself. Ambling through this depressing morass,

I espied what I thought was one more roving prophet.

 'Tell me, kind sir, what shall come of all this?

Where are we headed and where do we dock?' And

then the spinning landscape stopped, while the feeble

crowd roared. 'There is nothing in sensation like death

or elation  -  two extremes, neither to be ignored.'

Miraculous exposure in the lightning of the surreal.