Twelve Point Ghost -------------------------------------------
Twelve Point Ghost
I am a man of passions glass
A root of haunted pixels
A nonentity of finger smooth silk
Expression through times new roman point twelve
Twelve-point gauge
Where is the fire
Knocked out by white digital pages
Staccato print for all this want
Flat on Seurat landscapes to divulge
These transitory pleas
Is this how ghosts feel
Twelve-point ghost is me
Living vicariously through other image worlds
And the silence always to remind them
With mere alphabet constructions
To appease
The solitude of eternal love
My oh my, what a lifetimes worth of irony
Heckles me on my stage
To be brought to this
This embrace of electrical wish
Which has no place
In the cellular symbiosis
Of this
My body animate
The girders and foundations
Of hard drive wires
And operating systems
These ghostly twelve point impressions
Of a touch which scours the tarnish
From the bleak and lost
And saves them
I am a man of velvet glass obsession
A man of hard crystal to the touch
In the feel of haunted pixels
An anonymous of the finger ilk
Taps twelve times new roman point twelve
Twelve-point gauge
Twelve point ghost
Submission Name: Twelve Point Ghost
