Why can't I come up with titles no more?
And now one about late winter on the coast:
On rare dry nights I secretly die
My ghost catches a bus and wanders the streets.
Other spirits escape up through sewer vents
Invite me to dance
But I prefer to meander alone
My ghost haunts the west side and downtown core
Resurrecting in coffee shops when the breeze blows too hard.
The wind whips my revenant through and across
Dooms it to trouble the sea
Spooking tides
And stirring fish
Never to return to me.
On rare dry nights I secretly die
My ghost catches a bus and wanders the streets.
Other spirits escape up through sewer vents
Invite me to dance
But I prefer to meander alone
My ghost haunts the west side and downtown core
Resurrecting in coffee shops when the breeze blows too hard.
The wind whips my revenant through and across
Dooms it to trouble the sea
Spooking tides
And stirring fish
Never to return to me.