#2 - i only want what’s bad for me

i wish i was sagacious, but i’m more like this: 

the field mouse, enraptured by the raptor’s claws;

the trembling deer, bewitched, before the bumper’s kiss;

the foolish tourist, lured into the swirling mist;

the dinghy, seeking treasure, sunk on jagged shores.

i wish i was sagacious, but i’m more like this:

the bruise that blossoms, brutal, from a gentle fist.

i am the one who feasts on insincere applause;

the trembling deer, bewitched, before the bumper’s kiss.

If life is hit-and-miss, it seems i’ve hit and missed,

seduced by canting allies who exposed my flaws.

i wish i was sagacious, but i’m more like this:

the one who treads the grass despite the cobra’s hiss.

i am compelled to seek the void that most ignore – 

the trembling deer, bewitched, before the bumper’s kiss.

And, when the chaos ceases, I will reminisce

that every near-disaster was a thrill because

i wish i was sagacious, but i’m more like this: 

the trembling deer, bewitched, before the bumper’s kiss.

LM

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