Ghosts
(published
in Dreams for Darkness Issue #3 - October 2000)
Humidity
reigned supreme in our dusty antiquated dreams.
I walked into nowhere with ghosts at my side,
yesterday's heroes all fallen, all disowned.
You said we'd never get here,
we'd never go so far.
College fragments, I'm picking up the pieces
of your loosely scattered dialogue.
We checked our inhibitions with the man at the door.
We checked our wallets with the vender's
drink-drink dispensers who promised us danger once more.
Then
there was a boy, dark sunlight in a darker room.
A boy with black script by his eyes,
his tears were drawn with marker for he could no longer cry his own.
He came looking for the sullen redhead,
green eyes in a blue dress
like lips swollen from winter's bitter kiss.
He looked for her, he counted corpses.
He looked for her amidst the draperies,
they danced with wisdom, they danced alone.
Between the iron rails they danced alone
in the primal heartbeat of yesterday,
they danced alone with on the ghosts to haunt them.
©
1998 monica s. kuebler
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