I know you're there,
just on the other side,
rattlin' my chains
and tap~tap~tapping on my spirit...
Silly little ghosts,
You can't rock my world.
I wake up with lazy legs,
leftovers from dancing to the Black Eyed Peas....
with a new found smile,
courtesy of my latest tumble and another dip into the mayo jar and visit to The Man
with The Big Red Smile for a calling card.
I wake up to the cool hum of air conditioning still purring,
the filter, a cardboard mosaic I made myself,
to the sound of redbirds frolicking in
what used to be bouganvilla..
to the smell of yesterdays coffee,
run twice through,
and all the better because it's still brown...
irredescent butterfly trapped forever in my kitchen window...