Tentacles

tune in

involuntarily

to thoughts;

expectations.

 

That twitch,

that smirk,

that glint flash

in eye.

 

I saw those

judgements

passing by.

 

Tentacles

extend back

into me.

 

Puppetry

sucker.

 

Unfaithful,

untrue,

unfree

and mostly –

 

powerless.