embracing weird

i don't know why
i don't want to be seen
giving food and beverage
to spirits

my family already thinks
i'm more than a little weird
this would just confirm
a truth to them

perhaps, i should just
embrace my weird

prefab nightsoil

earthy platitudes
expelling dry rot air
amuse spirits
as they rend
each and every
to ribbons
shredding cheap
words into manure

i can hear them howl
amused
well into the night

dancing on the web/

consulting the bones
in my winter home
etching out night
turned green
we smile and nod and
pretend to be
other than the same ol' thing

tap out ash pipes
question the web
tangle tease the ghosts tonight
tangle the tease of needs
i twist the threads taut
press fingers though
spaces unseen
spirit sings through fingertips
spirit flows through me

slip me on
danse danse danse
me in the moonlight
i winter bones you see