“I Wanted to be Useful”
I wanted to tear mirages of bridges
and sadness lacks this commitment
in trouble with the oil rigs
steel hands, fearful bangs:
the trust of another summit
when you dine and dive
crush a cave,
dwell with ne’er-do-wells
drown and you’re done
your work day is done
it’s all the regrets of champions
it’s dining on ice
the kisses eclipse the glass
lipstick on your thighs
there’s too many thoughts
I wanted to smack the meat of bridges
I wanted to be alone
bear fisticuffs in the mirror of badges.
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