a quiet
contemplation
of spitting
in a wishing well
as the bass
buzzes the back
of my brains stem

dizzy from
following the needle
as it spins
in a madness
of misdirections

an inverse urchin
a magician’s assistant
in an act of
wretched disdain
savoring the swords
for the contact

off balance
my center has a
cavernous maw
swallowing all
the light in
sultry distortions
of rancid regret