ghosts of home

old friends in the foreground
felt in the wind
on the green streets
meshing with the sunshine
shadowed in the darkness
in places remembered
and long changed
I always recall
the times of laughter
parties and smoke
beers, bending over the bar
singing by the lake
after dinner
and a smoke
a jamboree
and we played the song
ghosts of home

sharpened

my weekly ritual took a turn
electrified, I was stirred
inside
and my heart raced
I could not move
a flash of falling
before sinking into sleep
jerking forward
the mind raced
I could not move
or shout
numb and aftershock
expelled in a salty shower
I held my head
what had happened
I was moved

veil

blue eyes were veiled
by a sharp, black leather hat
in a way I'd never seen before
the blood rushes to my chest
and neck
revealing my embarrassment
my foolish daydreaming
a wave and I can't speak
you were smiling
and I could tell
that I'd revealed my secret