Feast

How can I, not sure who I am,
Tolerate in others their failings?
I, who would so like to not give a damn,
Regardless my penchant for toothless railings
Against hypocrisy, my studied friend
And enchantment over the masses.
Lauded by all, yet my dividend
Is to stand outside, covet their asses.
Green-eyed, mouse-shy,
Nero-manic and faithless.
Pockle-skinned, helpless cry,
Wraith-hugged. Make this
Mystery once again for me,
Profaned-sacred Other.
Lose my choler, hearts run free
Heal me, graceless lover.