ghosts in the fabric of time
Halloween
But there’s no seam
In the ghost costume
That haunts your dream.
You dream of dreams
To escape awake.
Lost in seems
To avoid a stake
In whatever it is
That breaks your heart,
Whatever it is
That always starts
Lickety split
And that’s it
Everywhere you stand or sit.
Ghosts don’t die
And they’re not born.
No use to try
Time is torn.
Between your ears
Bookends of fears.
Between your fears,
A rope of tears
Holding years
Unfillable by
William Shakespeare
In a world of his try.
Ghosts don’t die
And they’re not born.
No use to try
Time is torn.
In front and behind
In the fabric of time.
Wish it was mine
To disincline,
To disinvite,
To hold tight
To close that tear
That’s always there.
To make it other
Or give it away.
Oh mother,
I only wanted to play.
Ghosts don’t die
And they’re not born
No use to try
Time is torn.