A sunset red romantic reel;
the hell nestled in her open bosom,
commercial joys imitate heaven
with new restrictions
and joys of intimate hugs.
Squeezed by the arms;
of Charles Foster Kane
of Jackson Pollock,
of Michael Jackson or
of Goldman Sachs.
Embracing heavens imitations
to love you, dear woman,
all your mechanisms
with invisible strings.
To join you in
commodities fetishism,
a lost parental production line;
free to explore
every crevasse in her city and
spend in every shop in the city.
Heart pounding liberal values
every day at sunset.
The hell nestled in her open bosom,
commercial joys imitate heaven
may be right.
