You Asked Me
To speak plainly
So you can understand my thoughts
To translate my dialects
With greater complacency
But, you cannot touch my smile.
You cannot touch my smile
Exhaling from these lips through
Liquid monitors
My words are my heartbeats.
They don’t hang onto cliff…
...notes.
This infinite Victorian ink
Will not be filtered
For you, I promise
…
You asked me to commit perjury
Against a befuddled society
Giving them sense of security’s facade
By becoming one of them
Denied
For I am not
Melancholy’s sheep
Infused with Cloud 9 cotton balls
Urging to be plucked
I am a landscaper
For the herd to walk
…
You asked me
To be your shoulder
But, you couldn’t be my wings.
You asked me to be your voice.
Yet, you remained mute
When two-faced solidarity made me speechless
So, WHY would I NEED to be YOUR microphone?!
When you already pulled the plug…
©Drake J. Eszes
Dedicated to those who continue to make love to the clutter…
Copyright © Poet Tacito | Year Posted 2013
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