THIS GHOST WANTS TOO DANCE
Her finger twists the blue egg sky
leaning against the wall made in bone
white chalky footprints streaming across paths threaded in blonde hair
stains hold the angels wings keeping them dry
im counting the teeth that the hydra threw
somewhere in the deepest thought
an ocean swims without the drowning sailor
applause is the gallows echo
Drums beat beside the burning forest
running musical notes race into carried swamps
poltergeist ive dated que in quiet bowie songs
love was something worth drinking too
choirs crashed the parties distant home
Now i sit in clover green searching
in four leafed hope
because so many old friends lie hidden beneath
clay and cocaine
my legs try on yet another day
the fit spreads across a smiling old women
she is knitting spirals from shells and sand
my death
sold in an estate frame
basement collected
damp in unknown touch
hark
this ghost wants to dance
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