Today's poem is by Noah Blaustein
How I Made My Money
I went to the loon and swapped
a "hello" for its mournful
song. I went to the barn and exchanged
a fistful of wasps for a swallow's iridescence.
I sold letters of absolution as Christmas
gifts to the Lehman brothers. I made
my money the old fashioned wayI told
a bull one thing and a bear another. I executed
iron butterflies and short straddled
the black crowned Phoebe's pessimistic
black skull. No photo of me can be taken
without a price. When twelve hundred and fifty
blackbirds fell from the sky in a small
midwest town, I shorted avian futures. Dawn
was a gray mist and the red stripes
on those birds' black wings
cut through the steam of Omaha's
coffee cups. I got out of the market
on a Fibonacci sun flower sequence high
and bought back in on a cheetah spot sequence low
I am the new soul of this country.
Go long on the cloud.
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