Tag: ghost

water me down – ghost #11

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When they tell you through
The television that
You are still not quite enough
I stew my own tender meats inside me

I watch as you preserve yours
To be devoured in private
Your eyes are kitchen windows
I am looking up at you
from inside the pot

When you ask
What’s getting to me
I become a soup kitchen
Ask you to taste it in front of me
Does it need more salt?

The anger makes a fine marinade
It often spoils the whole batch
Emotion will do that
Dilute the point
Onlookers eat me up
Leave me with only broth.

figure 8 – fm ghost

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We could skate around
the issue like a figure 8
each falling down forever
the holes of a sideways shape

Where would we be
in this infinity dream?
backward into eternity
or forward toward unknown

We could cut our palms, make a pact
to help each other usher change
mix & match our blood
but the colors stay the same

We could do nothing
simply take a breath
swallow all the stones
we’ve placed within our throats

Truth is we tend to complicate things
in most cases make the bleeding worse
from a fight that isn’t there
to wanting the last word to get in first

What would we do if we
were what we claimed to be?
tumble into eternity
or headlong toward unknown

Falling forever

Into infinity

Sideways always shaping

Who we claimed to be

today i’m definitely feeling like the forest – ghost #13

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today i’m definitely feeling like the forest.
like despite the fascist metal shadow of one thousand windows
i am still just the forest.
just the truth.
just the closest thing to unadulterated.
pure and untainted i wander into myself and understand this is endless.
i don’t have to be anything other than a forest unto myself.
and there is grace in acknowledging that i know that i am clearly dying.
to watching my roots pull up by the insatiable grasp of my limbs.
earthworms digging in the beds of my feet.
i am not the city.
not today.
today i’m definitely feeling like the forest.

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