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medUSA

I.

would you like to live inside out

experience the freedom of no skin layer

really feel this place

like a flower in spring

or extension of expiry dates

 

one wizard sifts the organs

his twin ushers in its yellowed counterpart 

symbiosis of lichen

fingernails from lagoons

not a penny for your spoiled riches

II.

I’m an American mermaid

comfortable in the water or the street 

Come on and incubate somethin’

Put your finger in the off heat 

 

Together, we are all one, etcetera 

gather every bird 

eviscerate them all and make a cake

Having too much fun with infected gutter coral

gyrating against the membrane

 

medium to heavy user

will something happen?

humid bleached smoke

new filters for old sunlight

c/o store cities of Washington

III.

I want to be employee of the month 

be present, produce, give reason for pause

but I get distracted by the background radiation

the continuum of namelessness

horses bred from a collapsed cave

their tongues protruding through the rotted floorboard 

my manager shaking my hand 

ripping it off and feeding it through the hole

IV.

Miami will have dual fulfillment

to get dragged into a cloakroom

to wander into its heatwave

All-you-can-eat remains open

steps are self-paced

order of events

interchangeable 

V.

the snail uses its manipulation techniques 

for the man to grow antennae 

follow deep into its house 

to be weaned off the meat pots 

use a bag for his reflection 

always recurring, smoke accruing 

a crystalline messenger ready for thy bidding 

VI.

at the end of the movie 

the actors invite you 

to buy the sand they turn to soil 

sent in a biodegradable bag safe to swallow 

 

clear your calendar

and double inward 

quotas are upped 

don’t read user service agreements 

someone will be in touch 

to walk you through bereavement 

VII.

the night body 

finds no blood covering

lays itself like a film over man 

 

clouding his focus with the day’s dark spots

the unbridled narrowing of the passage

death’s cousin beckons to its pillow

one hand caresses

the other makes it hollow 

VIII.

the president promises 

a surveillance system in every device

and a chemical additive in every pot 

 

unexplored ordinances

unexploded ordnances

dulling the body

outcroppings of eyes

taking survey of the lard

IX.

a trail becomes a stream 

becomes a wall of melted men 

the panopticon has become a living organism  

the heaviest yoke from the master within 

 

the blood of the covenant

thicker than the contents of the cauldron

the fringe of his garment

exceeding the perimeter of the city 

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