Ghost in straight lines.
What can you touch?
Red hair was fine,
You shambling crutch.
Aging balloon,
Plump in your youth,
Sagging joints croon
Familiar pain truths.
Glass at your desk
Threaded on string,
Next to grotesque
And silvery rings.
Process, not art
Rescues your wits;
Otherwise parts
Would rust—you would quit
Struggling; shriek
While you await
Buses and speak
With bitterest traits.
Nobody loves
Canvass-clad maids.
Pigeons, not doves,
Shall offer you shade.
Margins erupt
Quietly. Fate
Can't interrupt
This desperate freight:
Artist of lipid,
Ritual scapegoat,
Vanquished insipid
Blossom of rote.
“The US recession lasted 18 months and was the most prolonged since World War II, a report has concluded. ”
– BBC, 20 September 2010 Last updated at 11:59 ET
http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/business-11376589
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