"The Economy Hanging Upside Down for Sixty Hours"

A strut crosses a trudge.
Ash bats splinter,
maple bats explode.

Someone has kicked
the Wolfgang Puck machine.
Erased anthems, evermurk

rosy morning skies,
survival
in the way vampire night:

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I get bailed out by the poorest of my constituents.


For the record--the end of Glass-Steagall.


Where to Now St. Peter?