THIS GHOST I AM

I took off from this place
Like a wanted man
I set out to put a face
On the this ghost I am

I crossed three thousand miles
Over the days I ran
I drove on forever
Into the barren lands

I tried to drive away
The addiction that im in
I tried to breath substance
Into this ghost I am

I bathed in down home culture
Big Easy in the Treme
Visited the future
At a Hooters in Meterie

I ate Mexican in Hondo
Watched Mustangs on the Pecos
Talk with a kid from Marfa
At a group home in El Paso

I tried to drive away
The addiction that im in
I tried to breath substance
Into this ghost I am

© 2016 Martin H. Wilde

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