We Can Be Ghosts Now
I saw you today. The dangers of isolation.
When I tasted your air I couldn’t return.
The smell of a mattress on the floor, the radio plays in the
distance of a parked car –
Seduction like white noise, the facelessness of desperation
You sat on the hood of my car and said, you can hear the night
like a sob, falling, magnetized
queasy from waking
You were a sight who’s stars looked right back.
Now I leave the porch light on
to burn you off in ghost refracted wafts
so I won’t be lead to reflections
when I saw you today I was refracted
streaked beams and weak knees
You have tick marks down your ribs, the knife of careless
cure-alls, I am bleary eyed, toked, tripped, rolling
you give me a tour of your house, out of breath
the mood is black, confusion wicks at the windows
I came over to show you true barrenness –
We smoke for hours in the dark, from the ceiling I look at the kick in the wall
muffled heaving from the grow room in the basement
in the shadows your neck is tight and frigid
I eat pine needles, half-naked muttering
this love has no hands, fingers or toes.
so when I saw you today, I fell into that underpass again.
I saw wings circling a cliff,
too inebriated to barter with smoke
what is left of this town
sullied by the regime of
it’s own ghosts?