My left hand buzzes with abandonment;
Living in a ‘righteous’ world, only looking “Right” matters.
Casting stones, grating bones, defaulted loans;
I never left the landfill and it is still filling me.
A single, glistening diamond on my cheek;
compassions calls forth a companion.
It rained in this city today, so say (a/e)yes/I.
The philosopher’s stone is a myth;
this philosopher, stoned, but a fleeting dream.
I long to awaken.