I've crawled
just for knuckles,
Gathered a uniform
to outfit the crevices of young lung-legs
Hung around carrying cake,
no fork.
Then, a sick-dry
Catched
the old California shrub
Widowed some plexiglas stuff,
made a blue that just looks at you.
O fake Venus of Palo Alto!
He gave me a beautiful old car,
Said never, ever for driving.
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