people ice skating in the park near high rise buildings

diehard caffeine junkies skate wildly in park

Dispense with Due Process and Do As You Please! So Central are our misgivings!

Divorced, spinning, steel sings on ice, without control

Bakhmut Falls in Crystalline Dearth

follow me promptly you silly boy! “Throw down your leaves!” I shout. “Come to the ice!” I add. “It’s nice!”

ALT-Media, ALT-Coins and then I Fall, skates askew.

sky deep blue, the city surrounds me, an errant mitten speeds away. silent speed.

sooo silently.” – I wonder all to myself.

Heads Up! – Headlines Scream and Shout. Victory Forever takes the Cake!

Out of sorts I read intently, book abandoned, dusty history.

I had left all that aside. Side table wraps securely in its surrounding, outside its depth, sounding the public’s dearth of ideas – a quaint and warm apartment.

I felt so smart, so wise and so informed!

East Side Manhattan Borough, my thoroughfare of wants and desires, brushed aside the humming terrain… and left wanting. And I did leave the comfort, didn’t I. I curse myself for the bitter wind of my own undoing speed.

Why spend time with a dusty story on a biting Autumn day?

then the icing, gloriously wanting and smooth, we all have our custom-made temptation, such is the shape-shifter called want. Even desire is designed for us. Yes, call the toxin what it is before your descent.

So frothy and sweet!” – I think, seemingly innocent. So it seems.

sweet pain, hurting pang, abandoned forbearance.

just dessert. – Please… just the dessert will please. – before running to Central Park, I thought, apoplectic with a sugar high. movably feasting fistful, and without my scarf. Meanwhile, out of sorts, pages insulted with haste, my bookly knowledge base mainlining. How rich the talking heads for the others contrasting with how Word Perfect am I – sanctimonious!

I remain blustery. Caffeine, sugar junkie that I am… That I am! The sorrow of knowing yourself too late.

very sore elbow. I lost my gum to boot!

Before the frosting of Winter. Prone with momentum lost. A post-spinning destination my fate.

Autumn comes on glorious ice!

they were gone, in a New York Minute – JL – POEM & SATIRE 4-03-2023

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Like a software developer who thinks that the crash is caused by having the wrong data, the Fed thinks that the problem is that the bank has the wrong assets. 

link – https://www.zerohedge.com/news/2023-04-01/what-undermining-banks – ACCESSED 4-3-2023 –

The goal of this publication is to educate; presenting facts, history, and ideas, before they are obliterated. Nothing in this publication should be interpreted as investment advice. Texan Gold Real Estate, LLC – james.legare@texan-gold.com. Thanks for reading!

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they were gone, in a New York Minute

JLegare


Amateur writer, pianist-composer, and denizen of Houston, TX. Email: james.legare@texan-gold.com -> I would be delighted to hear from you!


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