ego meets meat

the sweating ego
tested and tested
in mirrors that would flatter pencils
reveals the character
of these impressionless minds
that grapple with iron
to assume the shape
of magazine hunks
who have ladies pawing
at their well shaped heels
and the roar of adoring
fans in their muscled ears

just hiding in a heart

I forget
I remember
the one I buried
the one I do not mourn
the one who nearly buried me
the one who lived behind these eyes
the one who used these hands
the one who crushed her love within my heart
he waits for her still
to return

then he forgets
then he remembers

even ghosts have shadows

when you loosen the only words
that mattered to your heart
you evolve into loneliness
the heart fails
the flesh falls away
and the bones become dust
until you become a ghost
a ghost with a shadow