Like a medium summoning the dead
I recollect my
dressed in black
dumd and drunk
dangerously in love
and lost under the streetlights
age of eighteen.
Once in while
the memories come on their own
like ghosts
wishing for vengeance or peace.
The truth is they
leave behind nothing but
insanity
and music.
Freefall music
of not being responsible
even for yourself.
A luxury
poisonous
but tempting.
