sticking out then blending in
they look at and leave me alone
ignored by those who think they know better
even other ghosts lost in their own white weather
with invisibility comes privilege
red lights to ride through, extra respect
no one to punish when i stick out my neck
places to go where no one would venture
in my own time with special adventure
trailblazer pioneer disguised as a refugee
looked up to, admired, they imitate me
that foreigner who gets away with all he dares
i dare them to fight for and win their own pension
then maybe their women would pay them attention
who made the losers they just won't admit
this is their land and they made their own shit
everyone's got to fight to be free
instead of foolish worry about losing face
the right time is now and this is the place
who sits by the river watching nature evolve
alone on a bench unresolved
a ghostly light emanates from this spot
under the lighthouse as still as a mouse
this ghost can agitate if they'd be aroused
restful white ghost sit down on your seat
this bench is long enough for others you'd meet
their hearts their eyes can see their own minds
a friendly ghost can be inviting and kind
if only they'd get off their scooter's behind
to be so used to being a ghost
but inside still a human host
i wonder if anyone will answer my call
if anyone will ever show up at all
they won't and i'm not disappointed
for they don't need me and i only do myself
unless they schedule a payment to me
i have nothing to them to teach
only learn to ignore and pretend my comfort
at being like them any ghostly color
i could post to Facebook or meet them face to face
one is more convenient, both leave the same place
on my one with past friend to assure me
no new friends to invisibly abhor me
only music and the river keeping me afloat
they won't come, oh no they won't
if i go they'll surely laugh
to be entertained by a ghost in costume
one dimension, suddenly apparent
only my lover sees me transparent
9-15-14
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