Tools

Like everyone 

I hate to have my tools

turned against me

and in the usual manner

to spectacular effect 

like a titanium ice pick

slid between the ribs

you will definitely teach me 

for at least an hour

to regret the use of all

of my unfair advantages

the mind-control

and illusion 

and the dominion of my will

not to mention my wits

but I’ll come around 

by the morning I’ll think

of a new way of bridging the cards

to set them into the order of victory 

or teach my heart

to hide its hopefulness.