the broker

“in this army you break down your body like a gun

ascertain its needs and reassemble it for action when they’ve been met”

The Manual

splitting hairs for commodities

the centrifugal force that dismembers matter into sellable minis

the stockbroker broke down his body and ordered its needs from a catalogue

everything arrived by mail overnight and the broker reassembled hermself by the time the market opened

he hoped to make enough to post a profit over the increasing needs of herm body

“every day you don’t sell you buy”

herm ever-expanding ever-needy body was an expense that had to be covered by greater and greater profit

so when herm body incorporated the city the country and the globe

it had to be broken down and fed continually by myriads of catalogues

from outer space

whence the profits had to also eventually come

today the stockbroker franchised copper on mars and sold

barely covering the green algae noon meal and the cloned virgin of the night

the nonbrokers went to sleep without a shower and woke up malcontent

but minis came back and the daughters bought back in time

everyone happy with design

some retro some yet to be duplicated

september 28, 2008, they are bailing themselves out