Track #6 - Hermine

from the album "Sycophants."

This is an inadvertent companion poem to my save the words offering yesterday. This one was actually written a couple years ago, after my 2nd read of Herman Hesse’s Steppenwolf. It goes well with the sycophant theme, looking at the Peter Pan type person that always wants to be young, even when they should be focused on “adulting.”

6. Hermine

Treat me 
to your magic;
unbridled enthusiasm
Teach me your tricks,
leave me looking in
while I wait too long
for my life to begin 

Unrivaled,
the etch a sketch
at the corners of my eyes
dialed into what
I used to despise

I’m no grotesque,
nor voyeur 
merely an observer
of fine sculpture
Aficionado of the rapture
of your youthful culture

All I ask is
to awaken old pride
negate potential suicide 
It’s easy to woo 
the temporary 
for in the spectacle 
it hides 
I can’t number the times
on its altar I’ve cried