Almost Ghost

only special people have songs written about them
their alive moon breath trapped under rocks and long grass stalks
the past simply disappears
i'm almost a ghost
"its only right you look your best for the seance"
i'm always getting into trouble when i'm wrong
(if you don't run and hide, i'm gunna eat you for dinner)

swim in the tub, no bearing on reality
six year old dreams smash pumpkins, recycled beer bottles and charm

i'm the last person to have sex next to a garden of tomatoes
flesh and skin sweat and licked in shadow and sun
kiss like suck blood and fingers...

A Loved Poem

you be you
go to the place that only we know about
tie becomes a blindfold
and hands
that no one else can follow

it could be love
that only leads to tears
once a day
i don't care i don't care i don't care
it could be enough

aren't you tired of people who
only take photos of themselves?
lets feel something that
cameras
can't capture

special hands to make you sweaty
a hundred boxes filled with harps

bad.habits writes on a dirty mac laptop by the name of pidagurpidagle. She does not live anywhere in particular; she is kind of a nomad.

Email: bad.habits

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