trash can
crumpled papers
assorted unfinished works
page #1(boo)
if i were a ghost
would you shudder at my presence
to find solace in intangibility
if i were a ghost
i wonder where i'd travel
or where i'd dwell
or to whom i'd appear
an apparition in your mirror?
perhaps in fog i'd be clearer
could you catch me with eyes?
perceive me without bodily disguise?
who knows
i've never been a ghost
page #2(transience)
if only i could
grasp
more than
fleeting winds
grains of sand
broken hourglass
page #3
an ode is
abode is
woe is
me
page #4
warm tendrils, wisps, pour out
skin dried, shivers, fingertips gone blue
sharp drawn breath
exasperated breath
held hands with saturn
grasped not
self absorbed with his
"knees to chest, eyes to heaven"
that boy's pallid gaze fixed on stars
page #5(vigilantism/an agent of the Lord)