just see me

as i am,me like a perambulating

vegetable, patched with inconsequential

hair, looking out of two small jellies for the means

of life,balanced on folding bones, my sex

no beauty but a blemish to be hidden

behand judicious rags driven and scorched

by boomerang rags and lunacies which never

touch the accommodating artichoke

or the seraphic strawberry beaming in its bed.