Unfriendly Company

I have no one but my ghosts
Amalgamations of moments and dreams
They’re just shades
My imaginary muses
I crave something corporeal
Instead of these mornings in which I wake
To my outstretched hand, my fingers closing in
Grabbing hold of nothing but phantasm
Wisps in the air jeering with unkind taunts
But never mind that
I still have more words to arrange for you

-k.r.r.