ghost on sand

flat

final fantasy for

a vacuum packed chap

doing sand circles on the map

thought I saw

in sepia tone

my own movie

face placed against your window

could see us bounce like electrons off protons

could see us grow

but it was just a mirage

and the land worm pirouettes

waiting for another false step

this desert heckles my heart

arid

airless

and stifling

nothing but memories to survive on

the heat wobbles like b movie barracudas

or those blow up wavey arm things

on the forecourt of a cheap car showroom

dazed

i think it’s been a few days

dehydrated

dried out like tropical mix

had a snapshot vision of a place where my hands once touched your face

but then my crumbling eyelids opened to

this

the light smacks my face

and highlights all my past mistakes

it’s so hot

think i’ll unzip this skin

set it down

see if it gets sucked in

i’m so tired

let’s call it a night

maybe see you on the other side?