Ghost Giver (Bedtime Apocalypse)

by TERRELL JAMAL TERRY

 

The ghost giver cannot please electricity     nor can I escape

 

Abandonment by the body yet I try thru dreams & remedies

 

But who hides from extinction? As pockets are in the keeps

 

Of trousers & blue jeans     perhaps we are worn keepsakes

 

Tinkered through time & grace     it rains surveillance from

 

Lawless securities     serpents & spells     trails of rehearsed

 

Winds & bandages from actions     emotions pungent resolve    

 

Wonder how we mostly in some way restrain from collisions?

 

Broken in plain     brokenness I made morning notes on how

 

My thoughts drift to distant lost-darkness after lights go out

 

So secretly     entire rooms     I toggled     I was tugging sleep

 

Facsimile of a teal lake     I was in a fake funeral in black attire

 

Blind hands guessing hard     lack of lampshade     only space

 

For extended fingertips to embrace the full night of fiery fears

 

Inside the mind blasting like a turned up television that I can’t

 

Click off with my own jockeying will     I might be alive for this