I thought I saw your ghost
Plowing the fields
Of white, dead hair

I saw you sitting there
Your luminescent
Grey orbs
Seeing something
I couldn’t see

I thought I saw your ghost
Waiting for me
Outside the bathroom door
Your quiet feet
On the quiet floor
Your grey paw
Come a-calling

Let it rain ice

That will melt

Against the nape

Of my neck


Fountain

Cold and sharp rushing inside


Then blanket me

With Your snow

Black

Swirl of indigo

Specks of purple

And explosion of blue


A nebula of pain

Sensitive flesh

Angry red stars

Don’t step

On my line

Tis the second
daylight of
the Seven

Crushed. Deplore
As I explore
The first
Daylight

and the last of the previous
Seven
That two daylights
…a plethora of speech and papers

A heart-wrenching chronicle.

‘Tis Monday
The Day of Side Effects.

At that hour of 21

in hard rain

I let you kiss me

and corner me

with your passion

And you thought

the rain will

will wash

our dirt

and bring

redemption

Sometimes

you take me back

to that Black space

of water rising

filling my lungs

Of solitary planes

and wandering cats

and dead flowers

Gravity

I've fallen into

a deep pit of

displaced feelings

Blanketed

by your

superficial attention