How you make it rich

August 7, 2008

the dumbest girl in the vaccine made a play on the stock
The stock was chopped to tiny shares she said we all should share
The stock was bottomless, no top, but faceless clocks and noiseless toys are rare
So she cared for the core on just a dare on not even a double dare – what kind of girl
Does things on the first dare?  Poor babe. 
The core was made of metal
But came out of the air:
Her friends said meteor, oh no she knew it was a bird , a lucky bird
“There’s no such thing as luck, just lucky
Money” so the bird like currency, it’s running wings liquidity – or did
Its wings sing through and in liquidity,
A’bringing birds to roost?
This bird, medium that flies worldwide a store of blood, disease,
Seeds, languages — all those and other things to boot: nobody knows what money is. 
She felt the bird’s heart with her mouth.  She felt its width and weight.
It stung her tongue but did not singe it — like  licking a 9-V battery, in kindergarten, kids -
Its ticker too a V included, V as in vaccine,
Vagina, wings on birds drawn near the sun, in kindgergarten, kids. 
This girl inside the vaccine was’t mute.  She was dumb as in stupid,
She was cute.  So cute a lover loved her then, just as she made the play,
Though perforce from afar as through windows on safari or
Way way across the dark dark dark dark bar:
In this world
There’s no getting far. 
Not away from love,  this kind a kind of love like early nights.  Was this bird an early owl? 
It’s silent flight, the stock pervading every maket: hope and dreams a’riding high?
Her love was in the money, in the beak and gullet:
Tiny maw gaped chriping wide for squirming worms? 
She had some worms, she pulled them out the sky?  But birds live in the sky! 
But need to eat from earth,
The earthiest of earth: the worms, the deep down dig, the life breath and intestines: yup, the guts,
Give the sky the guts of earth, give stocks the kiss of caring lips. 
Invest in harvest markets, sell dumb on uptick months, and crunch your metal heart in diamond fists.
That’s how you make it rich, kids, that’s how you make it rich. 

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