Ghost

gone gone gone

i allow my tears to vocalize

my internally corruptive emotions

because maybe

just maybe

i ran out of

words to write in a book

or to say on a podium

or television set

gone gone gone

i no longer post highlights

of my career on facebook

twitter instagram snapchat

ain’t no more press

releases from me

the only release i am doing

is letting go of relentless hatred

putting an embargo on my anxiety

a tariff on my depression

i wanna take in the aroma

of springtime flowers and

the perfumes of women

with finely combed hair

that looks flat ironed

gone gone gone

i had to escape

too much speculation

too many flashing

lights in my face

sparkles that feel like

table knives picking my skin

by the way I look a mess today

didn’t even sponge my hair

too many sirens on my block

like who got shot next

i thought this

neighborhood was peaceful

so…

i had to go ghost.