you
get out
your ghost
i’ll get
out mine
you get
down the glasses
i’ll get
out the wine
we will
entertain them
ply them
for advice
raise a toast
for all
they gave us
through their sacrifice.
Tag: writer
Poem: Your Song Arrives
Your song arrives from far away with no signs of distress. It was a surprise. I did not know that you had my address. I had to sign for it. It’s good that I was in. You never know when something like that will come your way again. I took it out, I tried it on to see if it would fit. I spent at least a day or two familiarizing myself with it. It says that you are happy. It says that you are well. It says one or two other things that few people think to tell. Having sung it once or twice, it seems to suit me fine. Almost to the point where I sing it as if it were mine.
Poem – tenant
the world
is not
my home
i just stay here
while i can
always ready
to pack
in case
of eviction
and uncertain
of where to go
next.
poem – Ghosts
You never know what kind of ghosts you are going to meet. Some only come out at night. Some are less discreet. Some fade into the background. Some feed on our fear. Some are like objects in the mirror. They are closer than they appear. Some mess with the temperature. Some rearrange the shelves. Some of them get so bored they start to haunt themselves. Some of them keep their distance. Some try to earn our trust. After a while some of them start to look like us.
poem
i left
the night on
for you
so that you
can find
your way
to my door
to lay
your burden down
and dream
a little more
