Soul of A Ghoul
written by: Jeffrey Cyphers Wright
@LiveMagNYC
You can be whomsoever you desire.
A zombie, a monster or a superstar.
Just let the enemy within sleep late.
Women in Texas are dying.
The drought goes on. Gasping grass
peeps out from a cover of leaf fall.
Instant oatmeal for breakfast. Instant
karma forever. The dead have left us
their tears. My watch is broken.
I lose myself in your care. A bolt
of slow light caresses my knots.
A witch and a cowboy in cahoots.
Halloween’s done but terror strolls
in nightmare boots, in a ghoul’s soul.
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