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Showing posts with label our pater capitalism. Show all posts

25.10.16

lying obit


the city is an animal
it wears a glass and metal skin

i read capitalism’s obit but know it’s a lie
capitalism isn’t dead but we, having died for it

an animal with the potential to do damage
i am turd in dark passage

my body’s a vector of capitalism
compelled to circulate rip be soiled ripped soil
risk being stuffed in a sock somewhere used as tp rolling paper
a commodity signing commodities signing signs
danced and dancing classified in a collection eventually inevitably replaced

excretion is a form of autobiography
if you would know me don’t trace my economic movements but bowel …
– more exactly –
i as movement in this animal