an anti-saint's nimbus growing
from lipsticked bullet holes
above the eyes dripping
staggering to radioactive dugout
the blade of a painted bench
and crushed can
strange highways where the roadkill sings
to copper links and rust reddened water
ripping furs that pad
the wire mesh between sex holograms
the surge of sacred trash
beneath a tinfoil steeple
three eyes in a bright scrap
that coats the yawning plastic
hat's exit
and neon thatch
a notched black hole.
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