Your life is in the open
your heart is against the wall
a thousand times a day
that howlin’ from fifteen years ago
won’t quit
sneaking up on ya
ghost to ghost
no water in you
no light to come
as you are
this broken
and leaning
against
all that can’t hold you
the ground
neath you
opening its hungry mouth
this time something’s gonna feed
and it won’t quit till you’re gone.
Love this poem – James!
ghost to ghost 🙂
Thanks for your comment, Elisabeth. Cheers, Guy.