by mikesteeden


Before, in the putative asylum of her bedroom
whether alone or in the company of lovers
the one of curious Grecian genesis would always
keep alight the loose hanging shade-less bulb
As a vocal self-proclaimed freethinker
those who understood these things
thought this her greatest contradiction

The ignorance of brawn afforded him
an ability to see past the light and
into the darkest places as no other could
nothing deterred this one to whom the
theft of a heart came as an incidental habit
He stole hers with consummate ease
together they were almost accomplished

Had he cultivated her instead of vice-versa
their lives may have been different such was
the way of things for the ones the jungle
condemned back in the day when the spire-less
Cardboard City made welcome a lost generation
beneath a contaminated Waterloo Bridge
existing for only those who could see the
ignominy of humanity as an ice cold barrel
resting twixt fearful submissive forgotten eyes

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