My Acquiesce

This callous cold bites my toes

And this worry keeps me awake

What an awful companion this winter chill makes


In the city that housed my adolescent fantasies

I came face to face with this wiser woman and she

Does not like to bullshit


Months before I was sure I could make a home

On this street

But tonight, when that girl and this woman meet

I become the slug on the wet concrete


At least I wished I was

Instead of this neon sign, always abuzz

The truth is, I am a chicken shit

In the face of sacrifice


But these months of oblivion had me so down

Among the subtle sweetness of this salty town

I am as shrouded as the slug

But as exposed as the neon sign, always abuzz