Writing For Ghosts

the best episode

of Buffy
brought together
in solution
the slayers of all times
& formed them into a
timeless series
gathered at once
to muse upon &
doing as they do
you and I will too

to touch this new meaning
the wounded image used,
we imagine our stories
the way ghost writers do

when what they do
is write for ghost bodies

how, in newer poetry,
timelessness moves
a timeless story along

ghost ritings
honor virtual things having
no futures & are not passing
anymore for things;

not things
they
shape the way
haunted blood flows

I loved the fiery tongue
of that final Buffy season
suddenly torched by the
wounded fate in a
divine female form
offering the bodiless fleshed
slayers to paler font; the

little minute― the many
on fire at once
made this talisman



Moon Wings

Everything in the orphanage

belongs; stars are fed and fed

to emptiness, the

dark space

not empty, buoys

a girling in between;

an in between that

is not ―Alive!

***



The moment light fed here

‘is not’ began to be-long;

it longed and moved

movements twy-formed

in being-so; nothing
came first

these movements

swished & swirled

in twirling swishes hissing

where no one wanted to be
starry movements in ‘once upon a’

timed be-long still not anything

& life’s conception thrice prolonged

noticed there was a girl-tale in it and

the holiness of it.

***



The fire, what fed there, had its

own weathered reasoning.

Nay! Two, at least!

Subjectivities already without subjects

knew no riddance; rhymed and reasoned

why a world weight upon it.
T’here came Death; it entered on cue.

Love, his brother came licking his chops, too

and you and I entered like they

star-flung tales tailing creaturely sire.

Nowhere swished feathered rivulets t’here

almost successfully

***



Once upon a milk bond is make-believe

Light, growling is too, in substances tis true

which knew no riddance. So, too

did a reflection likened unto a girl

enlivening a crèche of stars with a tiny God.



And, the story says, he placed her

in the belly region

along with the enlivener, not filling

a creaturely sire who’s tail feeds ‘there’ t’here.