You act like love was a Commodity
Commuting on the London train;
While space was a likewise opposite
Of the notion that awareness was in the brain.
No conversation pleases you to recall
The opposite of Adam and Eve
And when there is a gap from a silent remonstration,
There is a Fall of Man to 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(s)
And I am 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 the thine when she is not Thee?
Where is Mary and what is the History?
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.