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