Phantoms

Things aren't so light

like the veins in a butterflys wing

But rather startling heavy;

the rock where my heart should be

Memories are just like people

arbitrarily kind or cruel

I behold a kingdom of memories

over my soul they rule

The mind is an unjust kingdom

it beheads young bodies of thought

premature actions cropped and numbed

the lifeless receipts of each intention bought

 this intent is paid with uncollected debt
phantoms owed to the next set of deeds
"Next Time" written in fine black ink
each little ticket reads