Everyone – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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Pulchritudinous – RDP Monday

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Everyone

Of pretty things
what is the order,
is it all forensic, quartered,
or lusted gynaecology
a micro world of disjunction
that angry misogyny
looking to land a trophy
or perhaps sapio pretensions,
an inner dreamland
formed of saccharine voices,
doesn’t pretty force an and or
which leaves us at ugly
by a cruel fantasy,
an absence of truth,
yet it stares right at us,
pretty is surely the
heart of love and light
an effervescence of life
the sparkling eyes
soft words
hands
running
looks
someone
everyone
surely.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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