Hello creeps, I'm finally back. A lot's happened, or not happened, but let's just say I'm ready to blog again. The death of this blog has been inevitable, and I've been searching for ghosts, so now it is time for rebirth. Dig!
ghost poetry: willem
this is not a poem.
willem
is
dead.
he tells us that
life is
a dream,
that
he is the dream
king,
that
he’s waking up.
he tells me this is not
a dream,
then sings,
then fades
and the clouds and the morning
and
sunlight.
ghost poetry: fuzz
fuzzzz
sleep
sss
hhssshhhssss
ghost poetry: singer
singer
singer
sleeper
ssssssssssssssssssssss
aaa
a
aaaaaaaaaaa
aaa
hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
hhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
hhhhh
h
h
h
h
h
h
h
h
h
h
ghost poetry: buzz
buzz
change
sleep
buzzzzzzzzzzz
zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
z
z
zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
zzzzzzz
z
willem…
ghost poetry: shroud
along
the sleep
summer
and the sunshine
wake up
all
of the dream kings
sing
in the courtyard
hhhhh
hhhhh
hhhhh
hhhh
hhhh
hhhh
hhh
hhh
hhh
hh
hh
hh
h
h
h
ghost poetry: donut
around in
loops
some ghosts crawl on their
bellies
groaning
and groaning
oh
this is not
poetry
oh this is
not
poetry oh this
is not
poetry oh
this is
not poetry oh
this is not
poetry
ghost poetry: marla
marla fell
through the window
going
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
she wakes up
she goes into the cellar
she
eats
a lightbulb
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
