for the word “reify”.

                                                   in post-Marxist soup
we brew funny
                                           logic,
                                                                    movies
       to hold us
                            but a moment

    while the story moves us,
                                                          as true

    as it is given permission to be…

          advertising
                                       seeps from our pores,
oozing out
                         as manufactured desires.

  we pop blackheads
                                         in academia,
  analogues
                       to the chimp’s grooming circle

       to make self-styled
                                                thinkers          beholden
                   to a rhetoric

     of anti-,
                              of post-post-

     or of other prefixes
                                       yet to see praxis-

                                          for the moment unborn.