There's a light and it's you
High/Ghosts

Apple tarts,
mechanical men and pie-eyed foreigners,
racing to a steady diet
of wants and desires
at the expense of needs and fires.

Absolutism carried weight
until you figured out the color blue
and why a cantaloupe is called a cantaloupe
and that sheets can’t protect you
from the monsters in the dark.

Be strong
and forthcoming
and let me know when
you need a partner in crime again
and I’ll be there
to share jokes and
whatever else fits in my rucksack.

There’s a golden light on the horizon
but it pales by the hollow dawn.
Maybe if you weren’t high we wouldn’t
be standing out here in our underwear.

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