Ghosts

ill mannered ghosts, mere event horizons
linger in the many halls of semi-salient facts
the rebels of emotion clanging at its outer walls
a din to raise the arm of wrath clothed in the synergy
of the body of the host
he beats her swollen eyes upon his fat flung fists
and so his second love is gone
rendering its mortal shell upon the stove of sorrow
it recriminates its this world soul
with the room alight the firebird sings
he swings a lantern from the light cord
his sockets blare psychotic stare
his body charred like hebron bricks
his force no longer locus in this fragile sport
i said was life a semi-salient facet of our presence
what did he leave behind
responsibility and some more
his boy becomes a man at spring
and fears the teammates of this dark remorse
so wandering finds the diamond in the cuckoo nest
and all is freshened like a springfall rain
this is not joy
this is enduring
modifying rules at will
and so the wraiths are met in different form
ill mannered ghosts languish
in the many halls of semi-salient facts
which entered in the register
repeated there with the forenames
of a latter generation