Tag: Ghosts

Railing

Who is the ghost that walks the train? The apparition tugs on our shirt sleeves But all rides are displaced We are logged into otherness, Password protected Our faces dug deep into ourselves Reflections fed to us Wires from out our ears Wi-Fi, stuck…

Polyrhythm

Our bodies move between layers Like leaves, who dance beneath Aggressive heat….waiting…. For the bite of upcoming chill Who consumes, as it always will Our cycle of touch and thought Bending our tired sinews caught In ignorance of the ground Soon to lie upon….

The Freeway (Portrait #7)

  We were underneath, before it crossed over the river. Tires sizzled above us like a new form of electricity. These were sounds of an alien world, our planet. Our arms glued on to it, tentacles. Yet, we couldn’t follow it. The kid was…

The Waterfall (Portrait #6)

The train is always heard, cutting through waterfalls and springs. Only by standing close to the noise of water can the sound be heard. How does this waterfall speak? Each splash that ricochets off a rock looks the same as the one before. Each…

Short Sayings

  I swear someone or something slips me a sentence or two every now and then. They speak to me as much as they speak to you. One word contains whole sentences, paragraphs, and a tumult of emotion. They dance around inside of me,…

The Supposing Ghost

  I was a quiet ghost and tried to leave the Living alone, sucking in sweet immortality, breathing the fine particles of the afterlife, inhaling string theory, and feeling the curvature of Earth with the bottoms of my nonexistent feet. Death was easy. There…

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