Ghosts, Spirits, Souls.

He sat sleeping in a hard wooden chair across the table….warned of falling into dreams….a library is no place for slumber…

A large window on the second floor showed a good portion of the Schwratzman Library across 5th Avenue….old ghosts had dwelled within it’s aisles for years… new spirits need not apply….

Now….here in this moment….souls go unnoticed….the wanderers of  dear old Gotham…..haunted by literary pasts….an illiterate present….and this young kid sleeps…..cellphone charging…..arms folded within……he is the new American ghost……

Seen sleeping away Indian Summer’s season in Madison Square Park, or sometimes Bryant……. lying horizontally on the six or seven trains in dark hours as cops walk by, pedestrians hold noses, and white guilt kids look for other options…..surely he had no home…no family…..

Are we reaching the end yet? I sure hope so…..

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The writing is based on my surroundings and what I've been surrounded by. This language is coarse and politically incorrect; which I make no apologies for. These characters are not nice and to use any other dialogue would be disingenuine. That being said, I choose to roll the dice. dm seay

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