- Phantoms and Ghost Cars

Wisps on a Friday night.
Stars to guide us,
Stars to inspire us,
Shadows to brighten our day.
Faceless souls
On iron horses, riding through the mist.
Streaks of light burning through my eyelids,
Wind in waves to chill my hands,
Faces of laughter upon my dash,
And the ringing of pain around my wrist.
Acts of the body reacting to the absence of yours.
Vibrations to make my heart pound,
To twist my ears.
A blue burning of warm urine evaporates to my throat.
Multitudes of scars painting the beautiful mosaic before me.

We are nowhere now,
Pass right through the trees, trunk and trunk,
Twigs only pretending to snap in our face.
A ghost ship trailing white smoke through your blessed daughter's neighborhood.
Meet with the dead,
Learn of their tragedies,
Told tales of torment,
A disease that mutilates living lovers.
Swamp gases trying to abduct us.
Howls to send into hiding creatures of white.
Skeletons haunted by skeletons,
Ashes searching for ashes,
Whiskey passed around the tombstone.

A new moon,
To leave me,
Stars to ricochet off my walls.
Silhouettes to send my mind chasing reason.
Need more alcohol to clean off this residue,
And a rag to remind my eyes of touch.
Home because I believe you are there but I don't have to look at your mouth.
Flickering candles stomped out in time for another cigar.
Perfume number nine across my tongue,
Around her neck.

It is the darkness that gives me hope.
Hope that she's a green eyed fox.
Hope that I'm all in one piece.
Hope that she is looking at me.
Pods of people pounding the pavement,
Avoid the sharks.
And it fades out so wonderfully,
Unlike the sharp contrasts of the sun.
Fallen into a haze, I don't remember it ever ending.
But it's here again, another ray of another day,
To steal me away from my twilight illusions.