poems

Of Goldman Sachs and the Many Sacks of Gold

~ JWKS

 

 

Of Goldman Sachs and the Many Sacks of Gold

 

All that glitters is Goldman Sachs.

The path of wealth a wealth of rats attracts.

Blankfein pays a bank fine as a frank sign that

                                                                                 banking is tanking

                                                                                 as an ethical endeavor.

Fraud is never never fraud

if you’re clever and you’ve sawed

all the regulators and restraints in half

infatuated with the Golden Calf.

And by filling politicians pockets

with the purloined platinum rockets

so provided to propel their next campaign

Here’s an observation from the great Mark Twain:

Some people don’t think very much of our Congress,

but I disagree.

I think we have the very best Congress

that money can buy.

 

 

 

 (c) Ken Sullivan, 2020

 

 

In Darkest Night

~ JWKS

 

 

In Darkest Night

 

In darkest night, a clear insight

will often come to some while sleeping,

the stirring of an inner light. 

In darkest night a clear insight

will seem to set the world aright

The benefit of tea through steeping

In darkest night, a clear insight

will often come to some while sleeping.

 

 

(c) Ken Sullivan 2020

 

 

Eros and Oneiros

~ JWKS

 

 

Eros and Oneiros

 

They have more than a nodding acquaintance, 

a knotting acquaintance perhaps, 

with the dreamer in love with the lover 

and the lover lost, dreaming enrapt.

 

O Eros in Oneiros

 

Eros wafts his stinging spears, 

whispers in Oneiros’ ears

which rich visions will delight

the dreaming denizens of night.

 

O Eros in Oneiros

 

The dreamers soon are introduced

to those who have, or wish seduced

And as the nights make their progressions,

the dreams succeed with their successions. 

 

O Eros in Oneiros

 

On the shore of once before,

passed the grasp of Nevermore,

with Oneiros as hired guide, 

and Eros in the air astride.

 

O Eros in Oneiros

 

Collapsing with laughs in the laps of the past,

while the dreamer is streaming what never can last. 

 

O Eros in Oneiros

 

 

(c) Ken Sullivan, 2020