We'd walk for hours
without speaking.
The use of a speacial sign language
was what we spoke,
pointing fingers,
circling our arms,
sometimes curling fingers
to assure ourselves
everything was a-okay.

Tapping magazines
while resting in sand
& the occasional explosion,
screaming
or automatic fire
was all we ever heard
in ghostland.

I spent my nights
on the sharpest edges,
imbibed supernatural fixes
to break ice,
make things seem better,
feel all nice.

On Kashmiri-tempo,
I looked for a cowgirl
in the sand with every day
one of intense celebration.
Bad to the bone was
the motto of logical songs.
Dust in the wind
& free birds never lied,
I cried in the cane break,
zig zagged through ghostland,
lived in
the twilight zone,
a young Turk
in love with radar,
alone on
Heaven's stairway.

I wake up without you
Lying away from me won't solve your problems
Not even on your cold asphalt bed
Your mechanical graveyard covers twisted tight around you

Rain rinses your wounds
The blood is washed away
A river flowing into my room
I don't recognize you, sitting in the corner

Watch my chest heave with silent sobs
Picturing your gnarled face
I don't sleep
I go to bed with you still gone

Tailing off in the distance
another me,
my existence.
Illusion it could be in
more life than I can't see.

In the air
I am here while I
peer over there and I wonder
where it is,
that the sage made a plan to
tell me who
I am.

Tailing off in the distance
I disappear,
am I here?

If someone is holding my hand in the ghostland
and I look into the eyes of the mirror that
constantly spies on my soul,
will it show the fading of me?
The whole story,
my life,
ignominy?

As I tail off in the distance I
look back to see.

As I look
at the stars at night
emotional feelings crescendo
as I wonder
if love is really gone,
lately you have been acting strange
and think I do not know
but I can tell
there is something wrong.

When we are together
I feel alone
in silence
my soul cracks in pain
why does love die so slow?

By myself on lonely nights
when there is no one else around
all I do is think of you
and I cry
because I do not know what to do with out you

The words to let me go
are never said
I just
keep hanging on
as I remember what love was
as it slowly withers and fades

soon memories of love
when it was strong
will be all that I have
you will be a ghost
another emotional scare needing to heal


By myself on lonely nights
that is when I emotionally break down
all I do is think of you
it hurts to know
we are not in love anymore.

I'm tired
I'm sipping coffee
bored
I'm watching t.v.
the hours just slip away from me
I veg and rot away....
indoors all day I stay

The house....
is one big ghostland
now.....
that we don't hold hands
but neither of us care to see
each other's face again....
our love is at an end

Dear...
you took off running
back....
to mom and daddy
with everything remotely valuable
except your little dog....
the poodle i still walk

On certain evenings though, my loneliness becomes too much.
And I so miss a home-cooked meal and your feminine touch.
But then our wedding vows resound in my head like a curse.
In sickness or in health unless we get too **** bored first.