Crash

They'll be selling
from the bell

the market's weak as hell

across the board

he splutters

through

blue arthritic lips

lumbering from the cooler
vid-phone cigar and polycup
in hand

the modern custer

making his final stand

betting

on the big picture
on the broad perspective

it was a labour of love
and damned percentages
he'll tell them later

lying on the couch