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Len Krisak
reads
Day Trader
in Real Audio
format.
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—for Richard Wilbur
Possessed by nerveless frenzy at the screen,
He
jettisons the credit those
Who trust him lent him. Tapped out, there it goes,
With a soft click so mousy it’s obscene.
This frees him to be nearly at his tether’s
Short
end and on the chasm’s verge,
Where margins call him just as mountains surge.
Minute-by-minute, he weathers all weathers,
Until the last thin paper profits blink
And
go, as if so volatile
They could not yield themselves to stay the while.
Thousands, in milliseconds at the brink,
Have gone the way of hedging arbitrage.
Leaving
his ghostly debts to mount,
He sees all pure plays come to no account,
In imitation of a mere mirage.
Then like some mayfly dated with a shelf
Life
meant for no more than a day,
This gambler finds that as he walks away
He exits as a trader to himself.
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