Ahhhh. Good. Here we go. I've been feeling a little agnsty lately...

PALM READING

Skill has shaped the grace of my hands
as much as the natural arch of my ancestors.
A prized possession:
this inheritance of fluid faith
and the supple movement
of magicians
and musicians

Leave it be and they'll go away
eventually.

But this charm goes to blind beggars,
waisted on these wrathful waifs
of greed and gorgeous gluttony
feeding on a euphony
of hot summer nights
littered with lanterns
and dirty indulgences...
on this avenue of meaningless mayhem
and beautiful people bound by ignorant bounties.