there's always a ghost...

that lurks around me...
it squirrels around me like
a cat that has decided to make
me it's own.

it wraps me in
invisible strings and
conspires to crawl into bed with me
and pull me from side to side,
waiting just till I think I will sleep,
then, it gently tugs.

it lives in my shoes and
bites my feet.
it rides in the back seat
of my car.
it stares from behind
my mirror.
it flows in the ink from my pen.

I don't know where it came from
or who it is, this ghost.
it shifts shape and baffles
my attempts know it or,
at least, know it better.
is it you?
or you?
or me?

I didn't ask for a ghost.
maybe it came in the mail
one day, or snuck in when
you closed the door behind you.

but, it's here,
looking over my shoulder as I write,
looking over my shoulder as I look
for a ghost.

where are you..?

Whilst visiting the girls over at Mad Pony today, I discovered a neat little tracker they have added to their page.
It is called Guest Map. I have added a button just below the Blogger button in the left hand banner. I would be really interested to find out just where you all are from, who you are and what you think of all this. Of course, only if you think it worthy of your time...
Thanks, Lauren and Kristen!
Oh, yeah, thanks to Mad Pony mom, too!
(Please let me apologize for the pop-ups that come with the Guest Map window, they're not mine...)

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I've been suffering with severe writer's block lately, much like a Berlin Wall of the mind... lot's of good ideas on the wrong side of the wall and when they try to cross over, they get mowed down in a hail of hot lead, spewed from the Kalashnikov's of the hand/mind non-coordination border patrol... sorry.

Maybe later after I have something to eat and listen to my new Songs: Ohia CD.

later...