A mind is a beautiful tool of late capitalism (an unwitting effect and cause). 



Capitalism stands erect at America’s curbside, a whiff of more aroma  waiting, eyes unblinking. 

(Or one could seek documentation, semblance, something Swiss... 

From now on the mind is (its own) Switzerland, ok? Two eyes 
belong everywhere, you’re breathing into everywhere.) 

Capitalism thus gets to open up its dude ranches akin to rustic factories, the gig economy spreads further west to prey on the drunk and disorderly. This is the highway the slug runs out on, leaving us a little dizzy. You’re the 60th slug / dude / muse.. 

I was wondering wha ... 

The mind sits there. It wants to be best 
friends. It’s saved us burgers.

Its own.