two ghosts/fictional mess

a few fictional poems to break routine

I. two ghosts

ghosts
trying to find living
pretending
graves are just cement
restoring
out-of-order machines
covert
misdemeanor at hand
tending
paper cuts with alcohol
accusations
we dodged somehow
evidence
still stays buried
false alibis
in interrogation rooms
haunted
by the remains of us

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II. fictional mess

macro lenses & electron colliders
walking the street; the limp of a jester
stepping on puddles and talking about class
I talk about big leagues and hail mary
I talk like a fictional mess

you can see me purple
I see you lying on lie detectors
I can see you laugh and return to your cigarettes
false accusations, you burn less than you kindle
you claim territories while I still my desires

~ Ash

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marginal notes because I am wicked like that:

They were both written from very different perspectives.

The first one is about two people who used to know each other. Now, all that remains is a past. There is a little bit of friction, as they reminisce about something that felt good to hold, something solid, but really, it was just a relationship that came with an expiration date.

The second one is about a person who is stuck in a life with no momentum. Despising the rich and still dreaming of something that seems lucid and irrational now. Where there was a sign of life and glimmer, now resides a jealous and agitated tenant.

(If you read this far, a special thanks! makes me happy:D )