Prevalent

Loose lines 8
 

1.

Prevalent as odium

   Sea that keeps me into which lions roll.

   Death in exile scene of angels,

Everything austere.

Lawlessness in the loose streets around.

   He was drunk, had a red jacket

   Dark glasses on.

Meet w/ us,

Down town where the strange creatures meet

   All now pretending interest, laughing their heads

   Sharing their hours with a cool stranger.

At a start he ran for the watch Tower!

   Make a move for the City centre.

2.

It's true sometimes I wish 

She was more like you.

Sometimes I wish you were more 

Like her than you are you.