underbelly

I hope I haven’t abused the patience of a reluctant muse
with my stubborn refusal to accept what I am fed
underbelly white and fat and full of polite receipts
my contemporaries copy and paste each other
then breathe syllables of shit
I’m listening to their ludicrous love lyrics swim around, and
I know I have done the right thing
every curious moment is drawn into a tight focus, and
I know I have at least done the honest thing
no subterfuge in my game, 'cause
it’s all about self-deceit where I am coming from
searching for my own blind spots
changes the definition of blindness, nevertheless
I am still looking for my Achilles tendon
so I can cut it off and out, throw it from a bridge and
hide my soft spot forever