Former Ghosts

after a week + of pure, unadulterated, incommunicability i was early because i didn’t know any better

embellished

a lesson in waiting
an act of doing nothing in passing time
so often i have something to do to pass it
but here i had nothing
for once

severest faces alit by contraband light

backs

WHAT COMES AFTER GHOSTS?
what do you think comes after ghosts?

i will grind you into my fingertips

i can’t go with you
goodbye
hello again

bike home
cold
the milkweed is blooming

THE MILKWEED

THE MILKWEED

THE MILKWEED

THE MILKWEED

THE MILKWEED IS BLOOMING

fill every pocket with silk
a midnight endeavour under railyard tracks of memory

the cold wind night protects me from this solitude
but i’ll never tell

how to build a shrine
bury it by the ocean sky

embellished

I’M SORRY

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