depravity and gravity have always got a grasp on me.

and if i saw your name with mine

i’d summon on the turpentine

for if they’d see us all in print

i’d strike the match and spread the flint

and there it’d be, with sight unseen

i’d douse it out with gasoline

until consuming house and home

i’d pray they leave us well alone.

and there upon the oaken beams

and cracking at the ceiling seams

the knots of swelling sweating wood

would all forgive if understood

the drapery in finer silk

in failed attempts to sway and bilk 

evasive of the licking hands

that grasp and crumble all that stands

and then no papers capture us

buried beneath the flaming truss

in letters formed to make our names

with small numbers, laid to blame

for if i saw your name with mine

i’d draw up forth our maginot line

for if they wished us to conspire

they’ll have to settle under fire.