Lust (against detachment)

That was the sound of a child's foot on a landmine.

You would say: It is horrible to be so happy
Sprawled in bed all marzipan all Hong Kong
Zealous in the opposite of Zen contentment.

See, I long for everything even while you tell me
Every thing dies. Every thing is. And you young lady
Need to learn how to sit still and just be.

No way mister. I will be sticky and wet.
I will touch every precious object --
Leave sweet fingerprints of purpose in well lit places.

Click. The sound. When my moment of starry ash calls
Come home, darling
May the sky smear. May the air reek of burning sugar.


Frankie Drayus