Ghosts

I.

i am the gruesome ghost

in the basement of your brain

grieving

for all the tries

it's still. the same

for all the eyes

i meet

i still feel strange

for all the hands

i'm still. untouched

i look for genuine embrace evermuch

and i am unmoved and i am here still

i have no control

and i am alone and i am brain- ill.

II.

I've been like this since you rejected

Please understand that I'm not using my Great mind

I'm unusually off-standish

I'll be inside, if you're looking for me

Don't pretend I didn't try

For that instant we were both

Not alone alone

For that instant we were both

Alone together

But it didn't pay to try.

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