Gains & Losses
Poem While the Market Crashes

It would be foolish to watch as day recedes into night
believing that night was the final apocalypse of our world.
But watching the minute clicks of the clock on the floor
makes me believe I have become something my mother
warned me against.  A monster of the mechanical world.
One who lives only through the electronic life of things
already dead.   A poem would revive me here.   Letís see,
if this were yesterday I would have more to say.
But now things are down in a Dante sort of way,  deeper
than any Italian hell,  and darker than real estate on the moon.
There is more emotion in this slow modemís response
than in my last AA gamblerís cure.   And with crashes coming
like sudden awakenings,  I wait for my retirement to be
sucked through the power cord like a snake down a hole.


Photo Credit: US Geological Survey EROS Image Gallery

Copyright 2009,  George Moore

George Moore's poetry has appeared in The Atlantic MonthlyPoetry,   North American Review, OrionColorado ReviewNimrodMeridianChelsea,   Southern Poetry Review,   Southwest ReviewChariton Review, and he has been nominated for a Pushcart Prize three times. George was a finalist in 2007 for the Richard Snyder Memorial Prize from Ashland Poetry Press and earlier for The National Poetry Series, The Brittingham Poetry Award, and the Anhinga Poetry Prize. His recent collections are Headhunting (Edwin Mellen, 2002),  and the e-Books, All Night Card Game in the Back Room of Time (Pulpbits, 2007).  He teaches at the University of Colorado, Boulder.

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