the bitch in the diamond

so, the empty thoughts
of the young boy
skipping stones across the lake
into the setting sun.

there have been times
when the young prince
was a deceiver
and became lost when he divided himself.

Just as there is always
those who would pluck music from the air
feast on men
stone legged Venus Di Milo

mother cried from the balcony
that heart howled out for vengeance
the average air of despair
late wet hair
ledge dweller,

flashy exit sign
the times that exceed the man.
Age of fools,
another flood descending