we are not ghosts

we are uninhabited

slip into your gypsy skin
and
run rabbit, run
because
they own you
but you own nothing.

and everyone you know
is gagging on these pills
{these fucking pills}
as they hang themselves with their
business ties.

wild boy
liar boy
you have holes in your
socks
mama told me
don't talk to strangers
and you have holes
in your socks.

and you're kicking up
moonbeams,
now.
are you dancing with
the moonlight
or trying to
murder it?

are you a sun god,
wild boy, liar boy?
has the moon
done you harm?
are you after my
heart?

do you want to watch
the world burn
or just me?

they say you'll slit your wrists
they say you think you'll bleed poetry.