Ghosts

Short breaths move to suppress the reversal Who said the words "You god, goddamned sonofabitch"? With a splintered black tongue to cut the resistance Put it on easy, no need to expand. Four fingers high with a gravel choke That says I'm kind of fond of funerals Never-mind this sobbing, are we here to bury something? I found the truth at the bottom of a glass For the wrong times I've got books to fill For the other hours I'm too thirsty to notice that the ghosts have stopped speaking OoOoO It'd be nice to pick a fight with something That didn't bite back for once I've got enough teeth in this fist as it is, be nice to put some back in my mouth. Remembering when small steps sought distraction, And were led into the light. Where I had the love, and the love brought me to see A blistering sun cook the pavement beneath a broken bird It's eyes rebelled into liquid, evaporating in the heat Now I feel why those eyes ran It was easier to leave To find life outside a fading heartbeat Than to look into what makes it bleed.