"Grounded"

how can
your mouth
(that soft red lipped mouth)
issue the
razor sharp ego-crushing
weighted bludgeoning
torment
with but a puff of breath?
perhaps it's the added
velocity of hardly
hidden contempt
that makes it so
much more
emasculating.

ghosts.....

ghosts....

thought i saw you the other day
by the side of the road
we used to walk on
the one i was on when i learned
that you weren't coming back

not certain it was you
hard to tell in the fog
that covers my mind
can't be sure of much of anything
except that
i'm no longer
sure of anything

could've been you

perhaps it was just
your ghost
maybe a ghost
who looks like you did
15 years ago