Our Ghosts Paroles

be gone for a while

we could not block the arrows
that poisoned your heart
betrayed from the beginning,
now too spoiled to trust
we'd work on an ending,
but where would we start?
i won't pass my judgements
for judges to judge just
hashing out contingents
with your ghost

the meaning-well, misguided talking
shit committee gathers
when their tragedy ignites a fire:
dormant, weeping, battered
and the pattern is embarrassing
it only makes me sadder
now i finally realize it guilt pays off in full
pay your maker
i'll be opposed to every argument,
be ill with every lie
i'm not looking to be a hero
i'm not looking for a fight

i'm working out contingents with your ghost
sorting through specifics with your ghost
explaining my position to your ghost

i'm seeing double vision with our ghosts