You’d think that it would be easy, after all this time.
But I still look for your ghost.

what if you knew
not only the poet
but also the monster?

would you like me enough
to keep reading?

I weep as often as I laugh
not from sorrow, nor from joy,
but because the world hums,
and I refuse to be deaf to it.

lips can be zipped
a thousand ways
ears come into their own
seemingly hearing
for the very first time.

Go visit other
Places and let me get rest
You big old bright *****

Stumble through this place
Claim it as your base
Make it look like a disgrace
Waste more of our time
Weaponize your words
Shout them in every direction
Then expect a loyal herd
Tell us all of your lies
Never know an objection
Rig every election
Lie to our face