Proof
Proof
I called her my consumptive whore.
And she laughed like an amazon queen.
With her friend.
there was room on the pavement.
For two, no more.
So I walked in the drain.
I looked up in the street light.
And thought.
This is for what I fought.
All of us are in the gutter.
But some of us are looking at PhillippaR
She just heard me shake and mutter.
But now I can navigate by the Even Star.
Even in a total eclipse of the heart.
I will be able to see by the light of her art.
If truth is beauty.
And beauty truth.
Then right then I saw the proof with a start.
E. J Povey