Holy luxury

Bedridden bombast

Tied truncheons to fist-ends

To wail away the hours

Organized, capitalized

Pour clean cream down a rusty

Esophagus before the

Ballpoint pen nicks tick

Marks for the uprooted

Destitute tent-dwellers

Dabbled in the profane

Incendiary torpor, the

Sleep of the embers

Crest a long hill in a boudoir

Photo set level of lingerie

Let all of Great Britain

Spy the creases that

Define your sex and press

Flower petals against your skin

To rub the color off

Death for beauty.

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