Do this one thing for me

on the street
this week, find me
two tidings of fruit

bruised by the hands
of a misanthrope florist
cuckolded by Sheila, a tightrope
walker

of one-legged renown
whose affair with the clowns
did little for the lilies the florist
was raping with diffident wire nor

the oranges sat
in their bowl by the steak knives
pitting their pith
against later