Even when headlit
The new sun still
Sets proclub like
A blood-hacking haircut
Gut-threshed
In the guttersun and
Swell-packed
As the surprizefighting
Supercock stuck sunderwise
The she-you shoed aside
To find that
Polarized figure
So high
Standardized
In the underlying
Duct puddle.

Then proclub came up again
In the lighting
And everyone's night
Was brutalized.