army of ghosts
army of ghosts
gathering of ghosts
like an army
exiled to the other side
watch us in our daily-daily
on the other side
where lives no
petty prejudice
as here
where we all are
ghosts wander, wonder
and wait
wailings of the physical realm
visit their diaphanous
visages
they watch our
libidinous acts
and our kind ones,
and wait
our sanguinary ways
they have laid down
as mistakes
of emotional
repletion
they wait
for awareness
that is sure to come
to us each
at our licentious behaviours
they do not scoff
they merely
shed a gossamer tear
and wait.
victor claude pirtle
Poetry by Victor
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Written on 2015-05-12 at 06:37
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