Standing in the sunshine of your lust
broadcasting my nudes by the highway run
in a lifemare of continually quelled panic
I give thanks for the daily scab
as I give curses for nurses I lost
a voice from a passing metalloid blames:
"Who killed Jesus?" "The voters!" I denied
in a place where two are never gathered
nobody is bothered to bother
as everyone races bothered
to escape the Eternal Question
that our childhood dismembered
in ragged love still sought
we rot
in the sunshine of our rust
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