Too familiar to be close.
Just dead enough inside
to be my ghost
and you haunt me.
But you don't live like a jellyfish
in my throat...  but your tendrils
have a purpose
and they glow in the dark
when i choke
when you taunt me.

it's the real thing baby
now that we're broke.
now that the ocean prays for rain
and the scorpion sings
while the scarecrow
smokes the red sparrows
and all the long day siege
like an anvil
crushing the lost things mostly
but you forget how to breathe
on a Wednesday
because your Tuesday
was all she wrote
then I lost me.

now I haunt Me.