Your Ghost / You'd Never

I believe the screeching must sit inside your torso, all twisted

Up your hands crawl, grappling with tears, to clean spindles also

Cheeks dampened with terror / ballroom fringe / It’s An Act

They whisper out of your skull / fluttering afterdeath / drum

Comets gossip for hours What Do They Say (parchment or vellum)

Nautical eye-gardens ruminate / attack / It’s Not An Act Anymore

Fuck isn’t it funny how we Were something. What if my voice rang

Silent and I died This is what I ask when you keep going pitch-black

Like a movie screen in my memory / I scatter into the dial tone

Now isn’t it funny How we are? Sinners are supposed to be [sic]

Valuables slide up the rings. I’m starting to think you never existed

In time for the facts to pour over me / sugar burns / impromptu

No I haven’t been anything as of late. Have you? I mean it when I cry

About you that’s all I cry about / I found quicksand tantalizing

To come back to earth after the years / spun and haunted / you could

Reach so far into your stomach / for the screeching / grave entanglement

Pull the ghosts right / do you think you’d do / anyone / like me / Operator

Hello I’d like to speak to God’s last touch / like our love died and died / happily

Never Laughter because remember The Scene and my attempt / to fuck

Me over Now I imagine the rest / do not sleep / I was screaming too I am

Your ghost I am the drumming waves of intrepid kinesis I am less without

Pulling you close we drown and soften against the current / It Wasn’t An Act

For me there is no tomorrow as sweet but I promise I will for / get this / you

Clutch nothing but craft / fallow touch / wildflower penned in / treacle trade