Ghostwalk

An outsider’s life
Skin too pale for home
"Hey officer, up early huh?"
Street corner speakeasies
Silence
When I cross paths
Stern, brow low, mask
They step aside by reflex
An inborn fear response
How did we do this?
Caucasian alchemists
Planting seeds of inferiority
Ghost walking through the
Broken, glass-chip tinted
Streets
Fear safe

Their voices rise as
Passing further on
I start to fade
From their
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Moving Day

ever been in an empty house
all the furniture taken out
all that's left the forgotten
unwanted
detritus of life?
a lonely book
a pile of dust bunnies
a can of crushed tomatoes
dented high on a shelf
pushed to the back?
it's louder in there
empty like it is
nothing to stop the groan of busses
passing by underneath the window
hollow echoes like awkward dialogue
desperate cheerful pleas
a soon to be deserted lover
trying bravado
trying to prolong
trying not to reveal
the fear and sorrow
of a future loneliness

 

 

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© Jason Nunes 2001

 

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