the native american
if trauma was a prolonged state
i think i would set up camp there:
residing in a manilla envelope tipi
stoking fires with shredded transactions
punching a hole in my computer monitor
to drink its insides
based solely on the attractiveness of the term
‘liquid crystal’
everything is now below its intrinsic value
everything has lost its sense of belonging
we look at the objects before us in amazement of
why we would busy ourselves with them in the first place
‘work’ is only labeled ‘work’ through the context of ‘work’
‘work’ is an orderly approach to ‘play’
by definition
imagining a conference
spontaneously turning into a (ghost)dance party
initiated simply by a single exchange of glances
imagining a reprisal of money
chaos drawn up into a smile
as smokestacks of green
signal for something all the more valuable
