the madness of ghosts

this fire of madness
none can sedate its fury
burning tattooed grief into my heart
this indelible suffering I wear
like the paralyzed grimace of a phantom's mask
I exist, framed in rigid still-life, my timid hand
reaching past the unrequited love
of a child abandoned
estranged, as even in death
you char promises
from the ashen pages
of a future penned with invisible ink

ah, to deaden this folly
of a puppet suspended on glass strings
trying to attain the stars like Icarus
with paper-thin wings bursting in flames
your absence was the maelstrom
that blackened my flight with the scars
of an insatiable love
between the ethereal and the earthbound
a dying soul and the ghost of my progenitor




the madness of ghosts
[2008.16.4...a]
N-E N° 36