honey, bring me the Sunday Tribune
that I might read of our fortunes rising
for the tide, it is turning in the East
where our airmen can liberate
the villages ignorant, under the impression
this gift of freedom can be resisted
all revenue must be invested
in defense of our interests

woman, when we stood before God
and I took your hand and I gave you my name
when I bound you to me in a golden band
in the diamondlight of the dark continent
sharing a champagne glass formed from the Trinity Sands
we’ll oversee this company in unity
so long as you remember you belong to me

tell me your innermost, open up to me
your secret sympathies, arts and practitioners
now go to the father within the confessional
who blesses our children with an unoriginal lesson
eviscerated for your transgression by the incisors of the comments section
I don’t even want the drums of the demonstrators to cease;
I can market that demographic

woman, this is not your concern
I have and hold you and uphold my vow to you
it is my burden to share of the capitalized word
you submit my missionary statements, yeahhh
and go on a designer spree with that weaponry money
my factories kill tributaries, turn some earnings
little darling, you got lucky when your body got acquired by my company

her mind will annihilate
him so go to her.
erode the commandments, reveal the real manifest.
she will take his head:
a hollow polymer and fearful advantage;
baby, help her scatter the bones,
the captured contaminants
deconstructed and dead, ahhh...
a void we all gather round:
we order no replacement;
we like it spacious, friends.
possession
possession
the cannibal monuments,
abraded to sediment:
blown away by her