I wish yesterday would reclaim me When I was able to see windows When I had no dark tides within My words hit the wall and stopped dead My body scraped down along side And I bled those words for days I had been lying in that same position for quite some time A few souls lined up A few good souls A few bad Each hung a picture in the line of my vision One was of high tension wires in a field Another was of a nuclear winter But despite how beautiful or grotesque these pictures may have possibly been I returned them not a single acknowledgement Because my mind was busy chasing after ghosts
Ghosts
8:57 p.m.//09.13.04