The Ghost Town

The ghost town
covered in smoke
made of mirrors
located beneath the unlucky stars
Deluded space cowboys walk in circles
in the main square
shooting randomly everything at their sight
Children are shouting at the edge of the town
or maybe they are screaming
since the parasites haven’t been fed for awhile
and there you are
the mute witness
lured into this black and white dance
blinded by what you see

The golden pathway cuts through the town
unnoticed
Yet it is there for anyone to take
right there
in plain sight
only one choice away
Who needs this town of ghosts
and its sick and twisted dance
Let’s go and dance our way
into luminous gardens and beyond
into clarity that reveals our true heart
It is right there
in plain sight
only one choice away