This is the ghost
inside the body of the host
telling Van Gogh to steady his brush
I pass camels threw the eye’s of needles
and there are no deep pockets
in my blue heaven
threw the suffering and strife
there is life blooming
in the eyes of hillbillies
reading Frost hidden between
the pages of porno magazines
there double wide trailers
trap the sardines
and are eaten [...]

It’s a waltz
a breezy dance on a patio
of some silent movie
queen of a dinosaur
with milk that soured
long ago
dancing with dreams
and ghost
and nighttime fantasies
filled with nostalgic
memories of lives
I never lived
The weddings
and births
the Wednesdays
and blasphemous living
Segregated and separated
in the shadows of the killing moon
mocking the surrogate of rebellion
as the dean of the silver screen
underlining the lining
while [...]

Your pop off stars on the ceiling
are hardly a heaven
the prison of your capture
was as easy to break
as cemetery gates
I am lilacs
and song birds
a drunken poet
atop a grave
of another daydreamer
staring up
ignoring the ocean
in the sea of a blue sky
finding a cloud
to make a mathematic match
before it all tumbles down
I get phone calls
about burning [...]