this world is fast
yet forever
love is strong
but complex
poetry should be short--
we don't have an eternity to read your thoughts
keep it simple,
just simple

A humble man people say I am
And indeed in life I may be
But in my dreams greatness radiates from me

When I’m feeling good I unite countries
clothe the poor, feed the hungry
fame is my destiny

When I’m feeling down I’m a beastly terror
I chase after cops and do unspeakable horrors
And I always win wars

But that’s just my dreams
Humble old Paul
That’s what I’m known for

Ghosts
grab my ankles and hold me back
like a plastic bag catching my shin in the wind.
The slight tug and pull draws my attention to you.

I have yet to know what you wanted,
and maybe I wouldn’t feel so haunted
if you would meet me once again.