BELFRY

my house is haunted i know, i swear, i feel it bats in the belfry the eighteen-nineties that was a long time ago an english basement where the workers lived well that’s the story and those weren’t white people they lived up the stairs ran the businesses in the center of the town a stone’s … Continue reading →

GHOSTS

It’s a ghost town here Where are the faces I used to look into? They’re gone. It’s deserted here Memories still linger Of days now long passed But they’re gone. All of the places And seeds that I’ve sown The laughter and teardrops And people I’ve known They’re all ghosts.