Thursday, December 12, 2013

Ghostwriting, by Rob Sullivan


conduits in the rain
water flows free
seeking its level

butterfly alights
beauty overwhelms
viewer responds with vision

specters flit between
darkness and illuminati
glimpsing truth and prettier lies

history tells his story
while heart speaks
of hers

titans and demigods
flex collective muscle
paupers still beg

dreaming the big dream
soothes great aching
sounds of suffering

she walks through
her life in beauty
so deeply, must look away

when will this race
be finished
may I borrow your legs?

songs, poems, stories
were still simmering
til the flame was no more

can you teach me
to sing, play guitar
write tunes, pen words?

how can I make out the signal
amidst static diversion
unmodulated frequency?

dust, smoke, rubble
settle to silent clarity
mind expands to receive

prepare the vessel
muse infuses as a ghost
writing for the ages