ghost poems, the third collection...boo!

Here is the last installment about poetry that is not alive!



ghost poetry: Kayla

Kayla in the yard
with
September grass
graying

the angel
in the dream

screams

and

oh

victory to now undo the song of sun
of sun
so
fu sun
of
su
nfos
fu
nsuf
ofns
usn
fs
u
nf
so
fu
sno
fun

sos
fufnsos
sofnsosn
sosnfons
fons
fos
fnsofnsof




ghost poetry: lovers

lovers say hello
in
dreams

walking
on their heads

the ghosts in the lane
amidst

Sunday
sun
sun
sun


nnnnnn
nnn
n
n
n
n
n
n


nnn
n
n















ghost poetry: silent fade 3

she sings and
he sings
and she sings and he
sings and
she sings and
he
sings and
she sings
and
he
sings
and she sings and he sings and she sings and
he sings and
she
sing and he
sings
and
she sings and he
sings
and
she
sings
and
he
sings
an
d sh
e si
ng
s
a
nd
h
e
si
n
g


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ghost poetry: telephone

the telephone rings
in
the dream
to
wake the king

and he sleeps
on
top of the world

and the sun
says
to the stars that
they
must kindly
sing
too


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ghost poetry: wa

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ghost poetry: silent fade 4

the opposite of
dream
of
dream
o
f
d
r
e
a
m

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ghost poetry: everyone

willem
kisses kayla
kisses
marla

kisses

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