Out east 
the sky
cleaves two 
one half
is clothed
in last
night’s pajamas 
whilst the 
other naked
baring its 
fresh flesh
slowly inch
by inch 
as though 
day outgrew
its night 

I have felt 
for the longest 
time invisible in
this town overlooked
and unseen as 
though I were
a ghost assigned 
to haunt naught 

What I’ve wanted 
to do but
have never done 
is lay here 
with someone else 
while sipping coffee 
and watch as
the dawn unfolds 
like an origami 
puzzle hiding inside
a daily reflection 
and dream about 
what might come 
before we both 
set about business 
but alas it
is but I 
and this and
you who reads
this very wish

Buildings loom
like pale
far off
ghosts begging 
come hither
I know 
the way
as they 
glow almost 
moonlight like 
you did
last night 
in bed 
after bath
when candlelight 
caught the 
last stubborn 
pearls of 
water here
and there 
like little 
crystal balls 

It’s been what 
now eight years 
since the ignition 
that one single 
silly solitary moment 
when the world 
mine at least 
just simply disappeared 
no bang no 
explosion no gnashing 
of teeth just 
quiet as though 
God Himself covered 
my ears saying 
no boy you 
don’t need to 
hear this end
and off I 
went looking looking
so much looking 
for what remained 
and what I 
found hadn’t been 
what I lost
oh no it
wasn’t even that 
what I found 
was the me
that never was