HAUNT0: Digital Geometries, Capital Haunts and the Beautification of the Void

arduous spite

the day they laid the brickwork

and two hundred staff

we settled on the ocean’s floor

belly up like BP

too young to know

our exams had taken place

in a house of straw

 

<< the bridge’s broken tarmac >>

<< the oil in the empty lot >>

<< the student suicides >>

 

putrid crust of the imago

machinic repetition of the same

transferable capital

 

 

 

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