how to be a poet

ghosts haunted the room walls, they seen us do the crime, time passes with each line, nightfall to daybreak early call. worm for the early bird, shovel and spade, if they ask plead the third, we knew about the raid. placid the face of a blind man, daredevil hearing a tune. corpses hunger for their monger, graffiti on a speechless tomb. war is not the answer, the solution is not cancer, core of a nuclear winter, momentum of a collider splinters. black hole warps the fabric, the shirt of a hillside maverick, painted blue with memories old times of lasting rhymes. where did the palm spring gather information on dreams for the wishing well to run dry, where was I_?