(Poems) – city of specters

I’m seven years old and 

we’re going home in the 

dark.  driving six hundred miles

without a light in the sky.

the seat beckons with 

stiff comfort and

you will never feel this peaceful again.


columbus ohio is a scattered

dream or ruined

film.  the stars have

fallen into the

streets like dead

gods and the people are

ghosts and watchers and wraiths.


I know I can’t sleep because

then the city will turn to 

smoke and I will 

fall and fade but

sleep takes me and I 

tumble.  now I’m twenty and 

I walk amongst the specters and spectators.

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