ghost (life on the outside)
..set it off like a funeral pyre,
intoxicated on ether like fumes of gasoline
--I heard it said
that's what to do
once it's done
until it's dead...
and everyday, still,
I watch as you arrive back home
clutching a brown paper sack
before an opened door
the blinding bright specter
inside, of life left behind
standing momentarily picturesque
within a flashcloud of ash and dust.