Trick of the Trade

You don’t know, you have me
where you need me right now–
Ready to jump ship, down into

pools of your whims, salted
by Himalayan mountains. Even
With constant sting in my eyes,

dive deeper into your atomic
core, disregard for hazards,
radiation. Real desire for touch,

skies full of plumage–We’ve all
never meant to hurt someone
(on purpose…) I don’t want

to set the world on fire
to watch it burn, just to get
some sensation under skin

of ghosts still stuck in limbo
between grazing over the earth
and actually living in it…


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