a prisoner is bound and gagged in free fall
the backdoor gift exposes an exchange rift
while a cognitive switch haunts its own turncoat
and X. goes laughing from the chambers of ambition
the war room curdles its agenda in dead air
meta-discourses fade, hurricanes! floods!
people are repelled by the pearly marketplace
(its scissors, wire, wash-buckets, megabytes)
simple things plummet below her arsonist radar
people alive with cumbersome weapons up the ante
hard strategy of market desire collapses
consumption fails and you take a walk in the park
yet the iris scan exposes a cold glass eye
no claim for any songbird economy
as collateral damage is rarely over
don’t get me started
expose the cultural pillage! trillion dollar war
its cleavage its cloning deals
a poem stolen out of the patriot’s inventory
it’s in all the newspapers today…