Solitary Phantom
The ghouls have all taken
their leave.
The bones have all stopped
leaking secrets.
This rambling old solitary
phantom comes alive.
Driven now by cannibal rhythms
he stomps in mad circles.
Waiting on the arrival of his
trickster hoodoo queen.
The new red morning pokes a
long finger at the night.
Down the road a car backfires
and a rooster calls.