Metaphysical

Oh there goes the ghost
Of God only knows
What’s leftover
Unsettled, unsober
But it’s what mattered most
At the time, a crime
A victimless pint
Half-stale and soured
Dismembered, deflowered
The spirit in kind unwinds

In the closet and under the mattress
Cacophonous noise from the attic
Scratches on windows, bloodied rose stems
Hidden and howling, haunting on whims

Oh a toast to those
Fallen, friends and foes
Subtle sentiment
Innocent intent
With the clouded window closed
Nailed pain to frame, a name
Whispered in flame
Shyly awakens
Unspoken, untaken
The spirit insane remains

If you want to speak, sneak into my dreams
Leave subtle decrees through imagery
A flair for the dramatic through the vapored static
Where we could come clean, hang on to me
Entice what you like strike into my psyche
Tinker and take, head on a stake
Spout what you will, spill the thrilling kill
My hands still shake, throw the sword in the lake