Haunt

Time to get a move on, ghostbusters— 

Though the soda jerk’s a jack-off 

In spotless white, Pop’s soda fountain’s still 

A dark threat waiting round the corner, 

His Wurlitzer bubbles wet dreams 

Of youthful effervescence, it’s now or never— 

The old gang’s dying to get back there. 

Universal Poetic Aspirations

These galaxies keep spiraling 

Towards an infinite number 

Of impenetrable black holes— 

Don’t they know 

They can only go in so deep. 

Eating out of Our Hands

No matter where

They may be hiding

In the wilderness,

Every once in a great while

Little creatures venture out

And make us feel very small. 

Felled

Forget about that conundrum— 

Nothing sounds 

As clear-cut 

As a voice crashing 

In the wilderness. 

Reverberations

Cicadas? 

Long after you stop wondering 

Where they’ve gone, the air’s still 

Thrumming underground. 

Step Lightly All the Way

           
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Passing Glance in a Mirror

Once a child, always 

A child they say but how 

Was it when you saw that 

Boy growing into a man 

You didn’t stop to ask.