ghost nov 07

Ghost -

 

When I’m dead I won’t come back

Rattle my loose change in the dark

Levitate the crockery while you eat

Elbow a sulky shadow into your sun

Shiver your neck with my cold mouth

I’ll be gone and nothing left but the

things I said, inconsequential yet true

To who I was and who I was to you

Remember for the both of us

Grow forgetful for yourself

 

Done