Sunday, 20 July 2014

Pet Ghosts

I have pet ghosts
That come to haunt me,
On quiet, humid nights
When the world has been harsh
And the mood has been
The ghosts arrive
Like horses without masters-
Legs raised in salutation
And in mockery-
Encircling me into
An impermeable bubble
Where I live with my
Wispy memories,
And my sadistic ghosts..
We dance around the fire
That feeds on integrity 
And on honest smiles..
We dance on until the sun
Shows up,
And I mount my 
Mocking horses,
And ride off into the sunset,
Towards a higher goal,
And a quieter night...

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