Note Left on Ledge of Bank Building
Today I’m taking a trip
into the Uncharted.
I’m looking for a young star
with cheap light,
and free parking.
My dream is
to make a corporation
of Helium
and short-sell it to Heaven
for complimentary seats
to the Finals.
Whoever wins I’ll be happy,
because I’ve cheered for both.
Part of The Competitive Edge – A Collection of Poems
Read also: The Competitive Edge (title poem) | The Consumer | The Parsleyness of Being | To the City of Hopes and Steel | The Corridor | The Immigrant | Nine-to-fiving | Morning Skies | Into the Big Blue-Gray | The Bargain| The Clockpuncher | New Pines
