Comments about Odin Roark
by Odin Roark
Quiet motoring ascends.
Chauffeured remembrances abound.
From conscious plans
resultant essence remains unconscious.
Once of graveled driveway,
now adorned by heated concrete,
the tinted dark windows motor past,
isolating more inequality tending vast surroundings.
Where once scrub oak ran wild,
cypress trees line extravagant entre,
embracing switchbacks to the fortress façade
now but another Wall Street property
another clandestine manipulation turned gold.
Hesitant eyes turn from ...