Grey ghost
In rags you dress
Appropriate on occasion
Numbered days oppress my
Reeling soul from feeling
Fresh disease growing
Hourly upon skin
Trembling breath, rise and fall
Obsolete
Words flow with no
Connecting rail
The road to heart
Bridged with fatal scars
For soft new pink
The train of life’s profanities
Does blow it’s horn
Ominous, anonymous
Tradesman without craft
Vein shaft
I lie in wait
To take or be taken
By unknown wrath