there’s a ghost in the halls of this place
that’s what they tell me, and last night
the stairs creaked, the lights flickered
and the room smelled faintly of jasmine
...
in keeping with this gray sky I walked
to the post office with a broken step and
tossed my letters on the counter and tried
to exit just as quickly as I had come in
...
i am more than merely
wondered at the swift dawn,
even the how of light drifting
in and through these eyes
...
the night fall
silent like a
broken shadow
gone headlong
...
Those grey hills, perpendicular
to slanted clouds, I was young
so young, and everything
was coming or going or
...
Why you smiling, you in that chair
made of glass?
Why you smiling, breathing that air
like it's glass?
...
There is a river, deep, it's fast even
especially in spring, especially when the snow
melts off the hills and the trees, especially
when it rains and rains and you tell me
...
Imagine that, little house on the
hill with black shutters, white picket
fence and green lawn. A tree in the front
yard grows thick over windows. Imagine
...
When you, when you read this,
when you read this I
picture you sitting underneath
a window, with your head against
...
If you believe the sun is growing black
And sparrows flee the wind because they’re small
Than there is more that you have left to see
Beyond these walls.
...