Caspar boos & No title by Anne Ross

Caspar boos

Transcript:

and deeply blue with some memory

of childhood I don’t want to do

the dance to      aaaaaaa              ward making best

of what we’re given with, i want

to make a home here, now. but these

ghosts I’m dragging with me

or are dragged to me in messages

and photographs            have me stuck

in bed                  again                  

to fuck off! go away etc. etc.

to gotten over its and out of beds

and back to hunt evade and run

yet i know (deep chill) to say any ghost

isn’t here,           now,                   is a lie

No title

Transcript:

for the same reason I stop talking

to people who don’t listen,

my dreams diminish

if I don’t write them down

and yet for the same reason I insist

to people and clutch at them

all anxiously, my nightmares are

insistent by my ghosts, and God

this guilt you, needy, I’d neglect

or: I am not your brother. I am

sorry. But I don’t want to be that either.

Sometimes we leave without goodbyes

who never cease to chase us, each

a chunk of heart we’ve broken, or could

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