Gibberish
catfish
face down, they
found him in a ditch
murmuring heartbeat
dastardly distraction
just don’t have time
to battle with
calluses all day
smug
a scoop of ice cream
in a root beer mug
a snake
in your birthday cake
still licking frosting
from cookie fingers
a rattled escapade
taking for granted
this heavy-handed
misinterpreted miasma
here I am
stationed
in front of three-way mirror
flossing teeth
of day’s things
disagreed/disregard
gristle
in place of
gratitude
patting down
to find
peace of mind
so sad
this sorry
sack of
substance
desperation/inspiration
eyes are glued just
the same
FM Ghost 