Monday, January 27

Black Ghost, Am I Not We?

black ghost
I am not is
am I not yours

though I caught a What do you call it? I
am the faded milkshake she sips

the city is not lit up for me Could not
contain a latin nihil for me
the well-leafed book my bought cousin
one disturbed Christmas bought me.

Algérie, I owe you so;

& this torment blow may tire bone
I cannot walk straight at eight AM
but suffer to long o the long o major
key we dealt so many blows.

I feel
the city

to back ward this flat
I go that was can’t push
what hope can’t throw

& misery so crazy me
is last too long
is black ghost am I not we?

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