Friday, April 03, 2009

Ghost House

my body has a ghost
in it.
bumps and thumps at night
with it.
startles me with sights
in it.

i missed you when you were
but myself,
that knew you and filled up my
attic and basements with our
beating hearts-

you were never really
but you were tangible
you were heat passing through
a cold room-

like my farm haunts the city
fields of corn between chrysler and empire
seasons passing over glowing spikes-

at night my body creeks
with your shadow
i keep waiting for you
to materialize
or move on-