My America

adapted for/featured in book #34

5-POEM ONLINE CHAPBOOK

THE LABEL JUST SAYS “X”
by

G E N   S O L I N

five small prose poems w/o punctuation • only available via this blog post

Emphasis

I am a US a person in this is my USA website I don't think I speak to it enough you are truly disgusting and I'm human and I'm just here eating and living in the emphasis on the being Park lot of cars go buying a car is there and they are really just blockheads emotion and they are such fear Sam's but just put them onto a bit late on fire

Offspring

Feeling no desire to do that babe not to go back to sleep me there and then you look at the lawn see that there are framed people inside the wall but these are those pictures coming in here in the chirping electronic sounds of it off spur rails sipping on a oxygen and then taking the trash out with all the other dancing particles and then you realize that it's broken been broken down for long times just go back to bed oh wait never mind

Sauce

Can we just took the exit and put the sword in the game and then will drop down again heater in place in the floor and then stop again to the thing that you want us to walk into the words that just stop can't stop flying out your mouth and then the plunger washes away all the liquid green and sucking your brain stuck stuck inside Fowler slops soft pants don't don't even staying pause ever

Blackened

I do value the process I suck on Darwins jag off X machine she swings Sims a wild grief into the tubular essence of all quiet beast and then follows away in the fallow and Boccone quart of the communist nightmare I don't even fucking know goofballs good boss goober balls head helpless little pain and then they had this one thing go wrong and ruined everything else.

Sick

So do things like picture outside in the world you can really make some changes and it's on every third word gets picked up but still with you if you end up with your Zick the world blue bags in your aunts to CCTV and scared that people are looking at you but what else is in the world

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about the author

Gen Solin is a third generation Indo-German avatar who specializes in randomly generated voice-to-text netart and decayism inspired by institutional racism. Her work has been showcased inside the strip malls of many third world countries and has inspired countless suicides and automobile purchases. She swore of meat years ago and never looked back. This is her first book for my ameri.ca industries – books + words division. She lives in a cloud with her nightmares and her goldfish ralph. You can't keep her off the golf course and specifically the little holes where they keep the tiny white balls. She is bigger than the tiny white balls but she fits. She has to. Where else would she live when she visits earth to play golf. Golf is the gold standard of living. God bless golf. All hail the links, for they are my master. Hallelujah haha.