Your Own Personal Ghost (2/25/20)

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in a box marked “goodbye” is my heart
keeping it from making a new start
not naughty now not even nice
seen me split my head in two twice

re-learning to walk without bleeding
working for jobs with out feeding
success is better than to survive
lost to you the joy of being alive

un-friended and branded unworthy
social lepers live on email scurvy
with no one in whom they confide or boast
those unfit for reply are now called ghosts

no inventory for what’s in store
chain my heart to a post by your door
you’ve got a blog copy of my soul
what more needed for complete control

would a brain implant be in order
re-programmed to wait by your border
too much to ask to wait by a coast
no trouble feeding your starving ghost

my high school best friend passed away
before my sister by eleven days
too used to speaking with no one
each mile i pass now weighs a ton

you’ll not be lonely now can you look
down at me to take out your hook
no use writing what i can’t post
your silence has made me your ghost

for two hundred days i’ve been so low
struggling to not let you know
about anything with meaning or new
just to insure that i won’t offend you

which rules out saying good morning
or passing on beer virus warning
no intent to intrude or annoy
to work a phone made by your employ

i should have left you where once found
now i’m carrying your sorrow around
no i love yous with hash browns and toast
now you have a new text message ghost


written Tue Feb 25  8:49 AM


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