sink traps without a catch   the last grocery bags   stacked up in a pile   a laundry sack;   scratched up for the automat   the cats figure that you'll   be gone for a while      we could not block the arrows   that poisoned your heart   betrayed from the beginning,   now too spoiled to trust   we'd work on an ending,   but where would we start?   i won't pass my judgements   for judges to judge just   hashing out contingents   with your ghost      the meaning-well, misguided talking   shit committee gathers   when their tragedy ignites a fire:   dormant, weeping, battered   and the pattern is embarrassing   it only makes me sadder   now i finally realize it   and i wish it didn't matter at all      don't push, don't pull   act, enabler   guilt pays off in full   pay your maker   i'll be opposed to every argument,   be ill with every lie   i'm not looking to be a hero   i'm not looking for a fight      i'm working out contingents with your ghost   sorting through specifics with your ghost   explaining my position to your ghost