Eugenic Fates of a Mercantilist Dream

The only reason a possibility doesn’t exist is because it cost more than one is willing to pay for.

No Longer commitments.

El Salvador, Mexico, I’m one before it ended 200 years ago

The 21st century Tlamatini

Harmonic Healing on Sunday in my gmail inbox

Lift My Skinny wrists like Antennas to Heaven

An exacerbant pretense of wisdom exuberated with futile information influx

Kant’s eutopic utilitarian fear

Am I innocent for being led on false pretenders

Come to find out the truest entrepreneur’s work for somebody

Guilty is me gullibly dim-lit falling for the eugenic fates of a mercantilist dream

Questions of corresponsive truths made a comeback in the vein of foamposites

If no one was around to hear the tree fall,

In a sound mind it was never a valid question at all

Of course my DNA is a microcosmic Chichén Itzá

Mandelbrot zooms reveal double helix structures kin to the great north platform

Inheriting the brass tacks of primitive modern thinkers

Migrating from the Yucatan peninsula

to what is known today as the temporal lobe region

In the bed of a rumbling pickup truck trying to continue the calendar legibly,

The custom was such that we’d reach Texas well past dusk

As we approach the border, throw the plush serape over us

I didn’t understand at the time that it was our version of the Trojan horse trick

When we covered the Greek epics the memories flooded back

Fortunately my vague, paranoiac weariness was not out of place in the classroom after Christmas break.