04-20-2022, 12:55 AM
We’re in the wind my friend,
tiny flakes, bits of oil,
shedding our entire skin every month.
Do our psyches shed? Disjointed fragments
of dead anger, do they join us
in the wind? Then there are the ghosts,
what bits of their spirit might drop away
into that breeze out of the pecans?
We create our own ghost shirt of dead skin
amid the secret pollens of these other worlds.
tiny flakes, bits of oil,
shedding our entire skin every month.
Do our psyches shed? Disjointed fragments
of dead anger, do they join us
in the wind? Then there are the ghosts,
what bits of their spirit might drop away
into that breeze out of the pecans?
We create our own ghost shirt of dead skin
amid the secret pollens of these other worlds.