This Is Where

this is where you

disappear

that's what this place

says

while forming

that polarioid

in your skull

the faded one

in the junk drawer

you turn left

and it's right smack dab

in front of you

no more houses

and no outlet either

they fly little fake airplanes

here sometimes

a place for litter

to blow by

other times

nothing but good old-fashioned

disappearances

he disappears

she disappears

it disappears

always something

going

away

and up the sidewalk

houses

people might be living in

who knows?

and by the mailbox

next to a trashcan

a busted artificial

xmas tree

shoved into a lavender

plastic laundry-basket

so evergreen

it is navy blue

and maybe a dukes

of hazard action-figure

in there too

some nasty old washrags

an old tylenol bottle

whispering

remember when

scott baio

was on the cover of people magazine?

in the end

ghosts build their own

nests

and lives figure things out

once they stop

being lived

this is where

you are now

walking around

kind of okay

a little sweaty but

okay

this is where you live