Creep close my ambivalent ghost
nothing you do is permanent.
White sheets, a window to the coast
offering false peace, turbulent.
Dissonance floods my shipwrecked head
wannabe autonomy lulled.
A broken camcorders thirst to be fed.
It thanks its destroyer now hulled.
Grateful now it's been several days
My mind at ease, no more solid smack.
Life's much different without your haze
Ambivalent ghost I need you back.