Hairshirt

The dependence saddens and disgusts me But I know the leash won't tighten And I know the eyes won't strain And not one part of you Yearns for whatever is beyond The plot you lawfully purchased But I still have a hairshirt of purpose That I claim to love I keep it in my closet and dream of the day That I don it again and subsequently set it ablaze A look further back I see nothing: no wooded area, no thaw and no freeze Just scuffs and pinholes In drywall that's twelve years old Pathetic So I party eremetic