flatulent sun and madonna, the virgin,
leave my face standing the shallow streets
a rudderless pendulum's relative, sulking
at brother and sisters, disrobed and nude.
little petunia brings me a bottle 
of lowfat milk to salve seeping sores.
in her i salvage the inhuman rattle
of breaking glass thirst for a relative more.
she is the blood in my eyeball, the body
i rent from my costume to show as mine,
as negligent paint on the diligent vacuum
suffers commissions from lone-glee masters.
send letters hither, send letters abroad,
send letters to letters and wait to reply.
your center-niece lies in the lips of your better
and i must re-lust my nude interlude.

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