Our Ghosts - A Wilhelm Scream

Sink traps without a catch

The last grocery bags stacked up in a pile

A laundry sack, scratched up for the automat

The cats figure out you’ll be gone for a while

We could not block the arrows that poisoned your heart

Betrayed from the beginning, now too spoiled to trust

We’d work on an ending, but where would we start?

I won’t pass my judgments for judges to judge

Just hashing out contingents with your ghost

The meaning well, misguided talking shit committee gathers

When their tragedy ignites a fire, dormant, weeping, battered

And the pattern is embarrassing, it only makes it sadder

Now I finally realize it and I wish it didn’t matter at all

Don’t push, don’t pull, act, enabler

Guilt pays off in full, pay your maker

I’ll be opposed to every argument, be ill with every lie

I’m not looking to be a hero, I’m not looking for a fight

I’m working out contingents with your ghost

Sorting through specifics with your ghost

Explaining my position to your ghost

I’m seeing double vision with our ghosts