grossly sincere

I put myself out there, on a whim
and I saw some eyes glisten intensely
as I lay my heart bare, hammered down,
with a crown of thorns.
It was an oversight,
this flailing desperate thing–
It’s trapped in telephone pole wires
and the protective net around the perimeter strangles it after collision:
poor thing, sad alien structure sacrifice.
The wall scribbled with truth
stared back at a stuttering fool,
whose audience gazed upon
dizzying years of decay,
debauchery, disorder–
And they thread the needle together.
The ghost of all that is good and given away
sweeps across our heads
and in adrenaline honesty the light returned
to those eyes that glisten in mine.