2009
09.03
I got totally haunted once
By a ghost.
And as I stood there, shivering
Scared out of my mind, he told me I was stepping on the edge of his sheet.
Sorry, ghost.
But it’s probably your own damn fault anyways that you’re a ghost
like penance for doing something stupid whenever it was that you died
maybe swimming in waters known for their shark attacks
or not placing the car jack in the proper place
before sticking your head under there.
It helped me, thinking of it that way
like this ghost deserved it. Wandering around, not being able to touch stuff.
In a sheet.
Forever.
2009
09.03
Maybe you shouldn’t have thrown it away
Because I found it. It’s mine.
You didn’t even miss it until I happened upon it
And how dare you insist it used to be yours?
You can’t have it back now
Because you shouldn’t have thrown it away
It isn’t trash.
2009
09.03
Every once in a while
Something enters your life to change it, rearrange it
You’ll be joyous, and you’ll lose perspective, grow protective
Forget what it was like before the smiles
But then again every once in a while
These things that felt so permanent, after all you’ve underwent
Will pass you by and wash away, little by little day by day
And you will close the door, then
So nothing more can enter,
To make you smile again.