Autumn night falls on the city of the mundane
Faceless wives run weeping to their quarters
as nameless husbands drag them from the path
When dawn breaks, they rise in an immaculate reveille
University Road shines with its evergreens
Casting shadows on otherwise spotless vans
What a picturesque guise for the reincarnated conquerors
What a way to incarcerate your hostility
In our favorite corporate coffee house
Aged artifact ghosts of girls I'd know only by name
And of the slightly more youthful variety,
Mannequins with their own expiration date
At their sides, stocky second husbands
Clad in thin wire frames and wallets protruding
A far cry from the former elite,
Who won this Shakespearean love triangle decades ago
They are the fabric of this world,
Inheritors of family values.
The framework for our assigned ambitions,
Models for our coveting eyes and wounded envy
In these tragic figures, there's a reflection of me
Or at least who I'd grown to want to be
Who could imagine, the tense perversions
Brewing in the spirits of the nondescript?
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