white phosphorus

white phosphorus                          March 7, 2016
my ghosts have become my friends
they are nothing more
than my own dead selves
and they know
they always did the best they could
with what they had

your ghosts would be your friends
if you let them in
but you want to pretend
you are one self
and you have no ghosts

they come knock on my door
because i always have room
for one more
and at my house
none are kept in closets
and so they are free
with me
to run naked in the yard
or sit for a chat

the you of yesteryear is here
you are too busy he says
with your guitar and prozac he says
to hear what he is trying ot say
it’s OK i say
he wouldn’t any way
but it’s not he tells me
for you see in the cupboard where he tries to hide me
i met the ghosts of later years
and they did not know me
so i told them how to find you
ack this is hard to say he says
his ghosts of tomorrows
will need you more than me
for you know what i did
that afternoon you said STOP
and the night you sat apart
and the last time you hugged me tight
but they
they do not know
they are sick with his secrecy
and his guts have gone to acid

About m

My ego wants to think I'm a writer but my heart knows I'm just another one of God's Kids who sometimes has words to say. 2 human kids and 3 feline kids call me Mom. Or Mooooooom. Or mewom, depending which you ask. I'm kinda-sorta busy being a student again; this time I signed myself up for a bizarre torture known as Graduate School. Theoretically in 4ish years I'll have earned some more nice letters to put with my name. Let's face it, I'm addicted to learning and probably need rehab to restore me to sanity and remove the obsession to read books. I don't remember what free time is but I think I like to spend it sleeping or playing in the mud on a river bank.
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