ghost

my ghost left me last night
we were fighting again

he borrowed the blue prius
needed to clear his head
not sure how long

central was empty of course
here, ghostly sustenance:
streetlight coronas on
filthy snowdrift
unlit letters CHINA MOON

swooping slow on main hill
those curves those
sightless lowlands
oldest friends

the unseen horizon
twinkled its cities at him

here mountains flatten away and
juniper bushes
spaced at perfect intervals in the dark snow
mirrored by the stars
that shatter an orion sky

just before dawn
a thick-muffled thrum
of KUNM

electric car
ghostly-quiet
crunches into the driveway

who wants some breakfast?