because
nobody I know many old kindred
keep howling
my ears full of void
because I
need a few ghosts I found nothing
breathing on the ash road here
not those
dark walls drifting
not that
minister ticking in his shroud
not that
moosehead over the bar mumbling some
lullaby
so this is
it home it almost
changes so
fast and never
answers every
time and I wouldn't mind
returning the
favor
that radiant
jukebox do I find its whine
lugubrious my ass
am I dying as slowly
as these
elders stampeding quietly out onto
the freeway
do I care
what happens to my friends wives
family if any
because I
really need a few ghosts
there's this
fat remittance check I eat
unsalted because when did I cry last
I never saw anything unlike it
