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Carry The Ghost

from The Great Giver by Numbo

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For thought probiotic stimulation
it was just a book or a conversation
We were the widow's house
trash in the windows as decoration
Collapsing on your suitcase
As a means for acceptance
It's why you run to New York City
a wheat field of confused sailors

Three prong plug expectation
to free your mind form your gut and its microbes
dangled feet in pajamas, cocaine
not tonight, just smile goodbye

Send me a video
of you telling the truth
a thief for our betterment
you're such a good host
I wanted to be alone
before you intrude
Returned all my tools
Now I carry your ghost

Angle wired noise, confidence
provided by your dispensation
a pari of gloves, a mule
a boxer with no nerve endings in his fingers
the only compliment I heard
came from your honest art-speak
a child's penchant for inadvertent offense
but you were lucky to me

a mangrove of management
to get you to live
I gave you my lexicon
Thought you'd need it the most
A network of plebeians
telling you you're wrong
They'll never know that you hated them
So it's me who carry's your ghost


Maybe you figured out
What you needed most
tried but we couldn't see
It's you who carried the ghost
and now I wander the earth without a host
and no object for affection

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from The Great Giver, released October 13, 2016

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