Purple and Red
Swirling in my head
Holding this paintbrush
New canvas to tread
Black splashes between
Abstraction to be seen
Reaching into my soul
Painting like a machine
Now hanging on the wall
Narrow and tall
It speaks as it can
Colour and all
Rabid Poet
Poem ...
Wall Street
Soon the skies
filled with suits and ties
Will end that made up glut
Of Wall Street lies
Sell the stock
Fool the flock
When they sell
Watch the clock
When bottomed out
Deliver that shout
Buy baby, buy
That's what it's about
Inside Trade
Got it made
The ruse keeps on
New money is weighed
Rabid Poet
