Ghost Light NY

I am highly aware

Of my overcompensation;

You, your feathers

Ruffled by tumultuous tasks—

No, no— my papers aren’t shuffled

Incorrectly.

My looseleaf is tightly

In order,

Magnificent linoleum in

The face of madness

So help me, there is no god;

Help the halo bearers,

As they look pristine with

Internal conflict and

The same voice echo-

ing about their skulls—

Their differing skulls.

I share my own space,

My own body, you see

Looks lifeless,

Frazzled,

Confuse for rigor mortis,

Though I am not cold;

I am simply within.

A world much calmer than yours,

However no Heaven as

Skulls and feathers may fight to support,

But a windless storm of LED

Lights so bright

To blind the eye and rid

One, two,, three,,,

Of needless worry.

Glass walls rumble

As the men waltz in,

Anglosaxon names

And ties to collar:

Titles, of executive

Function— they function together,

Methodically in tandem.

They tell me

     – Do not think of outside worries

     – Do not acknowledge the journey,

        just the destination.

Dress shoes and their voices

Echo towards our life

In our own plural skull;

So do listen

To the clicks and clacks

That you angels cannot hear,

And tell me we are more a mess than you.

We await your response

Within the business day.