autotelic, autistic, assonance-hole©.

Philosopher, Stoned

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.