the american dream

in a feulsaloudge the gut is made iron
casted steal upon steal

painted barriers
black

gas is made
to divert inward

movements

didactic
but clean

like a stories telling in whisper

the story is not heard in the back
and miss read in the front

causing chain reaction
leaving altitudes

unreachable

signs selling signs
stand unmeasured

in a pirated coterie
of clown and cuff

and the unseen wound festers
in collaborative

mail rooms gaining weight


receptions closed
nervousness

directional indecision

and the stories told
accord are morned

then deified

then sold