Monday, September 06, 2010

I Could Be

I could be better to you
... For you
But the ghost standing
By the corner
-- holding a glass
of pink lemonade --
He taunts me
And he grins -- oh that
Malicious grin;
And he dares me.

He glides over to sit
On the
Lacquered coffee table;
His transience
Blurring
Your jagged edges.

His hollowness
His false distance
His inferiority
Bitter
Piercing
Permanent.

I could be better to you
... For you
But the ghost sitting
In front of me
Is still stepping heavily
On my
Bleeding toes.


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