You act like love was a commodity
Commuting on the London train;
Selling space likely option
Knowing awareness was in the brain.

No conversation pleases you
Recalling the opposite of Adam and Eve
And when we hit a silent remonstration,
The Fall of Man reviews the locus of Steve.

It is always the same, between you and I:
Seeking the meaning of life under the skies.
But what if heaven runs different to your employment,
Am I off to be different like one of the guys?

Can you stand it? Will you let it be?
Is there a legacy from a university?
Defeat this, save that, take it literally –
And call me a prat!
What is Thine when she is not Thee?

Where is Mary and what is the history?

Where do you get your beliefs from? Miss I-Amness,
Is it the movie screen with ice cream before the news?
Or am I refined sugar for you to eat energetically?
Seeking the balance of time between me and you.

Snake bite and rattle bars caging sums
There must be a nuance for the leprosy of containing
The overspill of contagion between bums on seats
That is the replete abridgement of what I meant
When I kept quiet like a guy bent on a poetic concourse.