The Lean Hard Ghosts Don't Stare Too Long (1993)

The lean hard ghosts don't stare too long
They've seen it all before and all that hot
familiar stuff they all radiate
from their empty soulful eyes breeds a baleful
spat contempt.

They barely talk and when they do it's
low and mean and full of steel
and flinty nouns, there aren't too
many verbs.

The lean hard ghosts are tall and thin
and they have pointy eyes and ears
and the clouds that they inhabit
stretch for miles and miles and years
if they puff it's for a storm and
when you play that game (you know the one)
they never look like horses they just
look like long like clouds

The lean hard ghosts have bony fingers
made of nothing but a heavy space of air
and capillary memories which turn a dusty shade of gray
each time another past life passes by.

The lean hard ghosts chew up the sky
and spit it out.