Wednesday, September 30, 2015


Her sadness couldn't be explained
With words
But she tried to become
A ghost anyway
To describe everything.

About the person
About the poet
They are the same
Why split them

One canceling out the other
That's how to proceed
In the game.  Tennis and all.

Now we read about it.
I think it is about changing places
Disguised as processing and such.
Musical chairs.  Nowhere to sit.

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