Ghost Whispers

I have broken my back in palaces of inequity and greed
Gave body parts for my thirty pieces
Stood silent as my father walked away
 
Forty five years of toil and not a whisper
Black sun throwing lightning bolts through my head
I have sparks in my veins
 
My eyes pop and sizzle like pork fat in a griddle
I want to blaze I want to catch fire and run burning
His forty five years and my fifteen make sixty years gone
 
Energy like water evaporating in a Mojave dry lake bed
I see deathly shadows under a noon day sun
My body bleeds moisture and dies
 
I have left my corpse and most of my brains
Laying on a construction deck 150 feet in the air
I step away and see my body vomiting my spirit
 
I float down through concrete floors to the street
Where my feet touch down on my new life
I pass between worlds as if I have a secret key from God
 
My companions of labor have slipped away from me
Like my body leaving it's dying shadow
I dream of a past life
 
I have flown over job sites and see my companions there
I no longer have feelings for that world
I live for worlds where secrets are revealed behind old doors
 
Opening to meet Amazons holding forth ripe apples and green mazes trap lovers where snakes eat their own tails and in their consumption sacred and profane knowledge is revealed,
 
Where demons and angels both vie for my affection and more importantly my thoughts while I witness a universe blossoming before my eyes,
 
I live where I can no longer feel my corpse vomiting my soul and Overseers' lash cannot open my spinal cord to the predations of black flies,
 
The land of purgatory... work... hell... no longer share the same name, where my child can say with humility, "My father creates worlds out of nothing..."
 
I am no longer that ghost that once inhabited my shell, I want people to shout when I transistion from here
No soft
whispers
for  
Me
 !
 
-DS Baker