7/14/11

House

Goodnight, house.
Take care of the ghost in my absence.
A good day's rest
Could not shake this lingering sadness.

I've shut off all your lights
And I've left you all
Shiny and spotless.
There's a stone in my heart
And it's stuck there
Until I forget this.

So goodnight, house.
Take care of the ghost in my absence.
All my friends
Have gone but left vanishing remnants.

I hear organs
They're sounding and screaming
"Don't let go of it."
I see windows
They're frosting and snow
Has built in the basement.

So goodnight, house.
Take care of my ghost.

7/4/11

95

It picks up although
light pulses ahead.
All of the cars
are kicking up a
fog-laden spray
(a hovering stream)
on this expanse of an
interstate.

I am calm.
I am alive.
I am something.
I have aged.
I have substance.
I have fingers.
They are softly gripping the wheel.
At least, they were.