A basket
I scatter, a Halloween thief
Neighbour ghosts and water on the lighter
Fizzling spurts in the leaf
Dragging out two all-nighters
A mask
I drag, pulling tangles of cigarette smoke
Underworld fruit and urine in the bucket
Bolt cutters around the spoke
Witches slobbering wet
A human
I am, redundant flickers
Growing swamp mud and herbivorous rage
Littering farms of black cat litters
Using the devil to grow baggies of mage
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Author:
fkoshk (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: February 9th, 2022 06:45
- Comment from author about the poem: Ghosts are born of humans, after all.
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