hungry ghost

chasing you I left me like I do when I'm chasing a hungry ghost scrawny with a distended belly that's never full however much it devousr nothing outside fills what's empty inside longer than the dopamine rush it neglect itself to sustain as empty as the bars I haunted before you these aren't the poems I want to write I long to be alone tonight with the stars the moon and the wind wafting down from a snow cap smoke swirling up like a cat's tail flicking smoldering embers sparking the night with fire flies snap crackle pop I'm free (again) from the trance of the hungry ghost I'm content with the one I most need to know