a funeral for your ghost
you turn my thought inside out
your ornaments of blue glass haunt my mind,
a whimsical dream that developed dry rot
we were once a bonded soul, now an empty firework shell,
your dead and gone, for time now
still you proliferate my unease and worry,
a sad disguise I wear when pensive drapes around your ghost
that love we scooped up off the floor and dusted off left my very essence in suicidal despair,
who’s heart are you chewing now, I wonder
what vacancy sign has been taken down and tossed aside,
what poor mans mind are you manipulating into debtors prison
all thoughts incurred are emotional debts that can never be repaid,
your jewellery box is full of working class bank loans
in the guise of diamond rings and pendants of platinum,
a parasitic life form you show your beautiful self to be
still men trip over themselves and each other just for one minute of your delirium,
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