are destructive by virtue of being ghosts
beings of pseudo matter
beings of repulsive memory sewn up
into some hipster idiom of broken, alas.
In this town I am a ghost
I create fable behind people's lives
I behave without measure at their
absent observation
I leave hidden gifts
and take pleasure in it
but I am destructive
because I am a ghost.
because of haunted memory still grasping
because I hear my first love still gasping
I am a ghost because there is a tribe of ghosts
together the echo may be melody
together the dumbfuck may be endearing
sharing sadness from the cup of water.
I remain intangible because a story
is deeper than a story teller.
because if my story changed
my voice would change
and I've gotten used to it.
I remain intangible because if I am a ghost,
destructive by nature,
I will never be able to know if it was really all
just my fault.
Or,
is that
you
this time?
