You're one of my
Ghost accounts
Who's never Tweeted
A thing
Always there in me
Since your cinnamon eyes
Looked into my brain
So long ago
November in 1991
I know
You were "over there"
In an instant
I stared to care
As you were alone
I thought
A boy
Who knew he'd bring
On the joy
To a mom and wife
Just being a neighbor
In that life
That I had then
It's awhile ago
Right here in my mind
O Friend...
...It's lonely now
I talk to animals
Quite a bit
I make it somehow
Trying not to cry
Remembering you
All the things you can do
Sometimes even for me
It meant a lot
Mr. Worthy
On my bucket list
For years
To do me in
A canola field
Let me rub the
Flowers all over
Your yield
Your back arms
Charms
Intelligence
Kindness
You try to tell me
To let go of the
Blindness
In my soul
As these tears roll
And I need to cry
It's a way
I can love you
Weed Guy
From this distance
Get back to existence
Of what's here
Try not to be full of fear
Like I've been for
A couple days
Lost in the
Messed-up ways
Of my brain
Trying to gain
Enough ump
To face another day
Go on any way
I can
Part of God's plan
For me
When I want
To just go
And end this
Misery
I've brought to
My Candyland
To write to you
About
Because I know
You'll care
Want to make it better
Even if you're far away
In different
Weather
You'll stop laughing
For a time
Sit down and wish
There was something
You could do for
Your Candy dish
That's been empty
Too long
Stuck in this
Melancholy song
Trying to belong
To this Earth
Because maybe
Rebirth
Ain't coming
From dying
So I just keep
Trying
Vying
For art
To lose my tears
Today
Let them go away
Back to the sea
Where they belong
Not dropping on
The pages of this
heartunes song
Once smitten
Always written
Down
The way the
Feelings
Come
That's the way
It 'tis
And has
To be
For a freak
Like me
Who's
Your age
Going on 19
Living in a lovely
Scene
Up North
While you're
Down South
And I miss
Your mouth
Under those
Whiskers
Kissers
Riding more than
Bikes
Let 'er Buck
Kind of
Likes
I'll have the rest
Of this
Life
No matter where
You are
No care where
I am
You'll never be
A
Ghost account
To this mam
As
The tears have stopped
It's cleansing
To let them
Drop
Thinking of you
Writing poetry
About it too
Because I have
To let go
And go on
With the wheels
In my mind
Turning words
Simple
For divine
When divine
I knew
Loving you
I was faithful
Yet free
And you played
With me
Cleverly clever
With the best
Devices
I'm one who
Entices
Passion in
Twirling storm
Trying to keep
This friendship
Warm
When I want
To be in
A sex dream
With you
Like a long time
So I do whine
You put up
With it
Somewhere
In time
And space
Our place
The Secret Garden
We fly around
And pardon
All that is not
Accepted
Corrected
Beyond morals
Religion
And the God
And people
We must
Face
No ghosts there
Just our Grace!
