sweltering summer,
prompts headshave as nipped profits,
sting troubled haircut
September 30, 2008
September 29, 2008
September 25, 2008
September 24, 2008
September 23, 2008
September 22, 2008
September 20, 2008
MS still in talks?
storm's lustful wrath nears,
fallen angel courts morsels
of time's precious gift
soon to be released,
shackled claws of naked shorts,
crave financial blood
come near october,
shall rapacious borrows sink,
once reinforced hulls.
fallen angel courts morsels
of time's precious gift
soon to be released,
shackled claws of naked shorts,
crave financial blood
come near october,
shall rapacious borrows sink,
once reinforced hulls.
September 19, 2008
September 18, 2008
September 17, 2008
More banking mergers to come?
short selling hacks pluck
brokerage feathers, wall street
plumage sheds, molts, thins
such simple power
tickles market fancy; banks
are spit like sour milk
brokerage feathers, wall street
plumage sheds, molts, thins
such simple power
tickles market fancy; banks
are spit like sour milk
September 16, 2008
September 15, 2008
September 13, 2008
A lamentful LEH sonnet
No tears of solace shall soothe my heart's burn. A hauntingly sober life without you shall no doubt give me more lessons than few to learn. Could this parched summer really, truly end with the collapse of two?
Our love's complex sickles of debt crafting,
Were silky green streams; charmed, meshed instruments,
I never thought that you needed fixing,
But stung wounds were market's impediments.
I demand most sweet favour of our Fed,
Your rescue; but alas their wrinkled ears,
may fall deaf to my imploring pleas, dread!
The disgust of it all, runs sparked by fears.
Was your silence for my sins your downfall,
My selfishness eroded credit thin,
Yet you asked them for faith, as after all,
Tears are but a stretch, marked on surface skin.
Your lascivious grace I'm loathe to miss,
Dare I hope you shall receive, foreign kiss.
Our love's complex sickles of debt crafting,
Were silky green streams; charmed, meshed instruments,
I never thought that you needed fixing,
But stung wounds were market's impediments.
I demand most sweet favour of our Fed,
Your rescue; but alas their wrinkled ears,
may fall deaf to my imploring pleas, dread!
The disgust of it all, runs sparked by fears.
Was your silence for my sins your downfall,
My selfishness eroded credit thin,
Yet you asked them for faith, as after all,
Tears are but a stretch, marked on surface skin.
Your lascivious grace I'm loathe to miss,
Dare I hope you shall receive, foreign kiss.
September 12, 2008
September 11, 2008
September 10, 2008
September 9, 2008
September 8, 2008
September 5, 2008
September 3, 2008
September 2, 2008
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