Another Catholic trapped inside a tree This is an old song about what it means to be alive

in the age of banking

Another Hindi trapped inside the glasses of an accountant or an academic’s office hours or who can remember anymore The point is

let’s be kind on one another Let’s stuff our pockets full of poems or to find a phrase let’s roll with the chopped meat Keep in mind what a hassle it is to be alive

You see it now right From this perspective a little empathy is a tear but a year on we’ll all be stupid rich What feels so dangerous in the morning but so lucrative that night You

always have more to learn

Memory crumbling beneath your feet The level designer knows how to have fun and keep the gameplay moving along Another emotive gold coin in the bank An ice level slippery morality an underwater level a reminder very few need

in the age of the internal vine climb

Another sock earns its hole another gamer is bound The final Digambar sharpens the teeth in which he is trapped It is impossible to feel nothing but the protagonist will try and try until you run out of quarters.

for Charles Bernstein