Greatest friend

My ghost dances, on a ‘chewed buckle’

As ‘spirit & shadow’ do ‘pen the page’ in earthly ink

With ‘hammer or marshmallow’ a ‘page is dressed’

In haunt, words are phrases become poems

Chipped is the page as ‘hopscotch is played’

Such is the Tango, of accepted burden

‘Time of reckoning’ is as Peanut, to ethereal presence

This the prize, also stone of ‘child play’ game

Within first ‘flickers of Dawn’ I claim as pen falls

Our ‘Tango is over’ as I see my ‘written lines’ for first time

My poem breathes, as it inhales ‘first breath’

Lines ‘leap from page’ only to resettle in rightful place

In my yawn, known I’m awake; yet my mind ‘sleeps in haze’

I’ve penned without ‘knowing the content’

A ‘pillow my need’ yet forbidden, as pen ‘again in hand’

Yet my nemesis is ‘greatest friend’ in truth