"The Third Stone" Poem by Jeremy May

The three commons are substantial and never change their motives, just their identities. They are as common as emotions are to a beaten woman. I recently held tight in a room in an abandoned house. It was surrounded by the blue as I had an affair with one common in particular. I am too intelligent to be caught by men. As the third common and I engaged in each other the knocks at the door became louder. The blue wants me and have no idea that I am I. Common flowed thru me and I only had 50 of it left. The knocks continue as I engaged until the 50 was 40, the 30...until common was gone and only the feeling remained. Soon even the blue had gone. My intelligence has once again kept me from my punishment from men. The door to the house swung open as I walked out.... a freeman once again. A free man I should not be. But men are fools.