Acceptance

A tongue wagging in that dark hole
slapping me about with great zeal.
My ears clogged with talk and drivel,
spittle and echos of my resentment.

Are you God tonight, talking to me
through yourself? Or are you only him,
another flanked and desperate child
muttering prayers in your tiny damp heart?

Sweat burns me, dripping from your plastic forhead.
Don't do that anymore.
Redemption, redemption, redemption,
Sing to me when I'm awake; your tears are lost
behind your eyes. Smoke another cigarette.

Going nowhere, shoeless balerina.
Toss innocence aside, grasp the feigned wit of another.
I know you.
You're behind my mind.

Perfume and your eyes are gone, left
to right, right to left, following the sway. Do you see
my smile? Do you see this pain? Follow my heartbeat,
won't you? I know nothing of the soul, hidden
behind my glasses. Look, ma! I can't sing.

Speak again of your agains, rote and written.
Your novel wasn't very good the first time around.
My grin shaped lips tell only lies, I am not
interested tonight. Tell me more.

"Acceptance is the answer
to all of our problems today."