I have long wanted to do a series called "Ripped from the Notebook" with writings well, ripped from my old notebooks. This one is kind of stunning with some neat imagery...
Galloping Ghosts - Unghost Me
it was a police officer standing on the cement, his
shadow drawing a think black line in the heat
For what on earth are these times, our men, yet to be born
born jumping through hoops from their mother's wombs
to the moment in which all men are free
the moment which
the blind horse jumps from the rafters
into the reflecting pool
three stories below
where women are waiting
with outstretched hands
waiting for a wetter god.
Standing there in pajamas, she left me
much sooner than she should have
as I feel the earth like a horse
heavy and crumpled
and unable to lift myself up
they had to harness me
and carry me over the city like a hot air balloon