Cupid, bloodied to the elbow,
smearily dragged his arm
across his sweat-soaked brow,
grinned and watched the carnage
just off the starboard bow.
There, a pinkish frothing,
replete with Great White dorsals
and the disembodied limbs
of would be lovers,
straight suckered to the stupid site
of there own demise before
that Cupid's dev'lish eyes.
Later, Charlie, obtuse as ever,
contemplated the empty chum-bucket,
stinking in the bleak-bright winter sun.
Something akin to mock-horror arose,
a note of light-noir burbling up
through his obstinant lightness.
"A smorgasbord of stupidity,
sad, rote pseudo-romance,
coupled with dumb consumption
most certainly conspicuous..."
was what his once taut mind,
slackened over years of yearning
and unctous attempts at
understanding whispered weakly.
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