Cellophane Ghosts

Cellophane Ghosts

I’m wrapping away your ghost in cellophane

Like leftovers I’ll never touch again

The idea of you makes me grow blue like chlorophane

So here’s a toast to your ghostly suffocation with a glass of champagne

I hope the plastic wrap I bind my heart with holds

This pretty package: an artist’s broken duck taped mold

Love me with my arms tied and behold

This beating pound of flesh worth more than gold

Broken pieces of a bowl shattered on the floor

Represent what we were before

Suffocate in your plastic wrap while you grope for;

A mirage you thought you saw from the shore

So I’m wrapping you away in a prison of cellophane

I hope you feel the pressure, a brutal karma chain

Because you’ve left me defeated and slain

Feel, live and breathe my pain