- Vol. 05
- Chapter 10
at the end of the itch
I am the tightest ring in sound waves
circling like a thumbprint on a map
traversing the world's most exotic
vistas to the town’s local watering holes
dribbling down to a very feathered point.
at the end of the itch. Stands the man
demanding all the pretty souvenirs
spices and cloths for his giant pockets
not yours to give.