The Tears of Acanthas

(in courtesy of Mr. McNulty)

The vast swathe of empty spaces
in the visitors' section,
well before the final whistle,
told the story
of another day
of dreary disappointment
for their half of north London.

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we were having fight after fight;
in the end though,
i treated her
as i should have and she should have
been,
in the first place
in the last place
in the middle place;
i came
to all these places, to make peace
which is
an - in the end, though - awesome thing,
by itself.
oh, look up here now:
see?
a milky, murky white suits her the best.