unknown moth retreats to brown shaded lamp

i am

hands folded,  my wings behind me, i am
an old 60 yr old man who
wishes he could be a ladyboy

my hands are too big however and my grandchildren wouldn't understand having two grandmothers

i wink with antenna-like eyebrows white, soft, hair sprouts from both ears

i must be effectively satisfied looking like a robert frost spook version of myself
a moth with nowhere to go

a man who family friends fellow workers and townsfolk nod at, the brown air, the shadows, the lamp turned out with a woman from the past sitting idle watching as i turn the page to another  book.

Reviews

[Tim Lion]

this is good stuff.

it's alien, looking from the square pov,
but it's familiar, too.

don't we all wish we were something else at times?
looking at the rut ahead/behind....the "same old same old"

somedays, I wanna be a ladybug on a windchime.
just to see how my reflection changes when the wind blows.
:)

anyway, I like it.

[Emily B]

since I've known you, your poems have sprouted wings, I don't know how you keep the words on the paper at all

you are such a brilliant poet

[SkinlessFrank]

I could of nodded at you yesterday when i was driving through st albans, but would two ghosts be able to spot one another?