she’s kind of like a ghost
in that she’ll float in and out of the room
and touch the clock
that is so silly now

she’s kind of like a ghost
because she’s often
scared and lost
and she disappears
when you touch her

she’s kind of like a ghost
that I want to help
with her unfinished
business
but she can’t hear me say
her name

she’s kind of like a ghost
of a little girl who just needs
a friend

she’s kind of like a ghost
that dances with me under
that sheet she’s wearing

she’s kind of like a ghost
who can see how transparent
I am too

she’s kind of like a ghost
and I will wait for days
in the same spot
to see her pass through just
once

she’s kind of like a ghost
that makes me want to die
so I can maybe hold her
hand

she’s kind of like a ghost
and people tell me ghosts
aren’t real

I want to
Be
Like Switzerland

Establish
A treaty
With the
World
And myself,
I'd like to stay
Inside my
Shell

Or eliminate it
Completely

Could it be simple?
Or does it have
To be
Complex?
It's a matter of
Perspective,
I guess

I'm an elk
In the water
Avoiding the current
Undertow
I've never been
Good
At going with
The flow

Blaming it
On someone
Else
Won't make it
Go away
I've learned that
The hard way

But I still
Keep trying to
Stay afloat
On tidal waves

In an ideal
position
I'd spend more
Time
Talking to
Strangers

I'd agree
That saying
"Hell"
Is easier
Than  
"Hello"

I'd accept
My indecisive
Nature
And Balance
It all
Out
Eliminate
Self doubt

I'd know
That sometimes
Shot gun weddings
Are okay
I'd runaway
I'd leave
I'd stay

I'd finally
Consider
The prize
Of my own
Perspective
With the limited
Connections
Even keeping
Me going

I'd sit up
Lay down
Walk around
Give enough
Of a ****
I would never
Think to
Quit

I'd make everyone
Happy
Even myself
But instead
...

Hell

We're both provoked
By boredom
Same age
Still shakin'
Our childish ways
Bad at listening
Unless the times
Are right,
Especially at night

Our parents care,
I swear
Bad at raising
Good at naming

All the funny
Coincidences
To take you to
The moon
And back

"C'est la vie"

I wish it'd never end

Remind me tomorrow
I'll tell you again

The shape of the body
Laying in the sheets
The note you left
Before you had to leave
Who knew all the times
Our lips met
We were giving
Our genetics a test
  
Just like a couple
Of spit swapping

Maniacs

I know you know what I'm thinking:

Virgins
Trashbag intentions
Looking through
Under your gaze,
Everything's changed

Night terrors
Angsty, sappy
Charades

All of the synonymous truths

The ****** counterparts
That have always been
Somewhat in conjunction

But generally speaking
I have my self doubt
I'm afraid I'll miss out

Or maybe fool myself forever

I've been drawing
A blank
Dwelling in this
So called
Conundrum

Only giving
Half hearted gestures,
Forsaking all others

I've deliberately
Out smarted
All the details
Lost in time

Jittery
On every
Steamy day

The remedy
Never lies
In the score book,
Or with
Criminal instincts,
Not even
The crooked
Cab drivers

So I'll wander
In these
Unvarnished
Chocolate covered
Nightmares

I'll hide
Under the
Stairs
Where spiritualistic,
Speakeasy
Behavior
Only leaves
You
Killed or injured

A whirl
Of such discovery
And you
Will finally
See

It's mostly people
Who cause
This kind of
Unease