what
happens when capitalism
butts
into reality
i.e.
a finite world
that
doesn’t allow infinite speculation
to
occur. Money
goes
out the window
each
word has the heft of a gamble
as
our supplies begin
to
dwindle. This is not what I had in mind
when
I was in my 20s and dreamed
the
clacking of a spoon on a ceramic plate
after
feeding the cat
God
knows what. If that’s what radical
means
then call me a radical
music
is open to everything
which
is why I keep falling in love
despite
what appears to be
a
horrifying future
of
cannibalistic zombies
a
woman in a dark mood
sits
by a cash register
at
La Grande Épicerie de Paris
following
a homeless woman
in
line dragging a urine
soaked
blanket. Yes capitalism
is
strange. It’s a pathology
nineteen
agitated alligators in a ditch
electricity,
running water, health
all
cost money
and
that’s what makes it
evil.
Philosophy
swims
in my head like a whale
call
it phenomenology
or
southern rock I don’t care
our
immersion in life
shouldn’t
require money
but
it does. And for that
the
oligarchy has arranged jobs
education
and debt
peonage.
Hurray
for
pizza. I wish the super bowl
would
go fuck itself
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