homage...

i have this compulsion to lower my eyes,
just for a moment,
as you stare at me…
but i won’t because you expect it.
you wait for me to bend, to snap off
at my neck beheaded by the force of
your almighty magnetism…
the inflection of your clipped tongue
offers just enough irony;
while your eyes retain
just enough sarcasm
to sustain the smile here
somewhere on my face…
if your words escape me,
you don’t…
while i have never seen bullshit vaporized
in spray cans,
i have seen garbage wrapped in
pretty bows…
so as i sit here nodding, bowing, giving
credence to your paltry thoughts…
i secretly hope that you will
move down wind…


homage…soliloquies
ja allen