block-builds us all; that
beauty must be. Sing me
Foucault and Heterotopias, sin
the eye can’t deny-
Sing me Vegas.
Sing me angels in every name,
names in every brand, brands on
Sing Me Beautiful. Sing me a boxed
up plastic breathing being that won’t leave
won’t die-multiplies upon
Sing me stagnant.
Build me sites, enslave
space. Place time. Maps of links chained all
Sing me sound. Sing me that language drowned, that one that words put names to. Sing
me form less. Sing me meaning