How to Get Rich Writing Poetry

That’s right you too can be a Donald Trump

A Warren Buffett of poetry

A buffet of trumpets a warren of infinite crisis

Just follow these easy steps

To a cocktail lounge sit down and employ

A ceremony of words in a roiling brook

Of magnetic obscurities. An angel

     of the morning

Will drop coins of moonlight on your table

Which you can spend on a martini or a root beer

Your call. Me, I prefer cream soda

But that’s neither here nor there

     what’s important

Is getting rich. Here’s how to do it invest

     all of yourself

In the sound of something greenbrier

     or Sea of Cortez

This is rich this is true wealth my friend

Words will propagate like waves and roam

In your heart walking up and down

Haunted by the prospect of eternal life

In heavenly leaves of sycamore

What more do you want than a sycamore

There’s more to a sycamore than a sycamore

Escalator grease do you want escalator grease

You can have all the escalator grease you want

All you have to do is say escalator grease

And you will have escalator grease

Escalating throughout the universe

That is the poem. The poem that engages

     your being

Join me in swallowing reality

Take a great big gulp it just so happens

That we’re all surrounded by this thing

Called reality when you go to the bank

To deposit your opus their conception

Of what constitutes money will be different

Than yours don’t let that discourage you

Let the world lift itself into your eyes

     and hang

In your brain annuities perpetuities

     legal tender

And certificates of rain