Recession

My life is like the stock market:
hopelessly lost in the stir of New York,
I teeter on the edge of going under
all the while wishing for a peak
which I will never quite reach
because somehow there will always be
some greater height to reach
that is just out of reach
and so fucking hard to follow
because it goes up and down
so rapidly that I get lost in the blur
of faces and names that mean nothing
unless they crash like a meteorite
into the poor, pathetic negative
in which I currently reside.
My recession.