bankrupt banks bite balls-
full of air- gnawing, repeatedly
deflating bubbles- leaving marks
marking to market to make 'profits'
appear from nowhere- broke
down, in the red- financial
fires furiously burning- brazen
claiming debts captured illicitly
be paid in full. fumigating
common cents, hanging on
by threads- paper trails en route
to eviction, collections- stealing
slyly our taxes then taking
full payment- knowing full
well, wishing it weren't so,
but still- bankrupt banks
are bringing us down into
the red with them- let go...
release those threads of paper
and the boisterous balancing act
of marking to market to make-
to manufacture- 'profits' will
be baseless and bankrupt banks
will burn, red.

** see more of my poetry on my blog "Nothing Definite: Spontaneous, Combustible, Poetry" at http://gcool06.blogspot.com/ - thanks for reading (and writing)! **