Validation
In their dreams…
Yes, please
Whisper indoctrinated dialect
Upon my harrowing song
Yes, please
Remove that scented, plastic tulip
Place it upon my oblivious palm
As if we’re in a Sadie Hawkins dance
Bribing hearts
With petal currencies
Psst, hey
I woke up only feeling like a thousand bucks.
A foreign knock-off made of recycled, rubber bolts
And ambiguity
Please
Tell me I’m priceless with borrowed, high-interest breaths
Liquidate my potent complacency
To become that symbol of an elitist humanity
Yes!
Stroke that clouded, diamond tip
With your sensual thumb
Love stamps of approval
After 6 months of quickie penetration
And co-signatures on dilapidated apartment leases
PLEASE, YES!
Take me to our creator!
Tell Him I am free!!!
I will stand here in virtual observance!
Wait, where are you going?
Come back to me!
COME BACK TO ME!
My wheelchair’s batteries are fading!
How will I stand?!
NO!
…
Sadly, they never validated their reality…
©Drake J. Eszes
Copyright © Poet Tacito | Year Posted 2013
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