Phantom Flotsam
@phantomflotsam.bsky.social
Lines, verses and stanzas from poems and songs I’ve written.
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January 5, 2026 at 7:37 PM
Navajo ghosts
hunt buffalos,
hang their pelts from mountains tops,
Where they ripple in the wind,
blow dirt, dust and whatever else there is,
Across the blackened bony road of the world
That stretches from end to end…
#poetry
hunt buffalos,
hang their pelts from mountains tops,
Where they ripple in the wind,
blow dirt, dust and whatever else there is,
Across the blackened bony road of the world
That stretches from end to end…
#poetry
December 7, 2025 at 12:46 AM
Navajo ghosts
hunt buffalos,
hang their pelts from mountains tops,
Where they ripple in the wind,
blow dirt, dust and whatever else there is,
Across the blackened bony road of the world
That stretches from end to end…
#poetry
hunt buffalos,
hang their pelts from mountains tops,
Where they ripple in the wind,
blow dirt, dust and whatever else there is,
Across the blackened bony road of the world
That stretches from end to end…
#poetry
I’ve been the court jester,
I’ve been the class clown,
I’ve been the kid on the carousel
everyone has forgotten about.
And sometimes
I’ve forgotten about myself.
But how could I not?
When my life has been lost
And rarely feels worth
ever being found?
#poetry
I’ve been the class clown,
I’ve been the kid on the carousel
everyone has forgotten about.
And sometimes
I’ve forgotten about myself.
But how could I not?
When my life has been lost
And rarely feels worth
ever being found?
#poetry
November 11, 2025 at 6:25 AM
I’ve been the court jester,
I’ve been the class clown,
I’ve been the kid on the carousel
everyone has forgotten about.
And sometimes
I’ve forgotten about myself.
But how could I not?
When my life has been lost
And rarely feels worth
ever being found?
#poetry
I’ve been the class clown,
I’ve been the kid on the carousel
everyone has forgotten about.
And sometimes
I’ve forgotten about myself.
But how could I not?
When my life has been lost
And rarely feels worth
ever being found?
#poetry
Have you ever been so lonely
That you forgot what friends
were for?
Have you ever been so lonely,
That you forgot you were a friend once yourself?
Have you ever been so lonely,
You didn’t feel alive
but not quite a ghost?
Well, I have been this lonely
In space’s loneliness.
#poetry
That you forgot what friends
were for?
Have you ever been so lonely,
That you forgot you were a friend once yourself?
Have you ever been so lonely,
You didn’t feel alive
but not quite a ghost?
Well, I have been this lonely
In space’s loneliness.
#poetry
November 11, 2025 at 6:19 AM
Have you ever been so lonely
That you forgot what friends
were for?
Have you ever been so lonely,
That you forgot you were a friend once yourself?
Have you ever been so lonely,
You didn’t feel alive
but not quite a ghost?
Well, I have been this lonely
In space’s loneliness.
#poetry
That you forgot what friends
were for?
Have you ever been so lonely,
That you forgot you were a friend once yourself?
Have you ever been so lonely,
You didn’t feel alive
but not quite a ghost?
Well, I have been this lonely
In space’s loneliness.
#poetry
Where is someone,
who’s never quite belonged,
Supposed to go
In a place like this?
A place where some people
easily find each other,
And others
can lose themselves while searching?
#poetry
who’s never quite belonged,
Supposed to go
In a place like this?
A place where some people
easily find each other,
And others
can lose themselves while searching?
#poetry
November 11, 2025 at 6:11 AM
Where is someone,
who’s never quite belonged,
Supposed to go
In a place like this?
A place where some people
easily find each other,
And others
can lose themselves while searching?
#poetry
who’s never quite belonged,
Supposed to go
In a place like this?
A place where some people
easily find each other,
And others
can lose themselves while searching?
#poetry
Have you ever felt so alone
you made friends with someone
who was never born?
Have you ever felt like forgetting
who you are
So others could forget you too?
#poetry
you made friends with someone
who was never born?
Have you ever felt like forgetting
who you are
So others could forget you too?
#poetry
November 11, 2025 at 6:06 AM
Have you ever felt so alone
you made friends with someone
who was never born?
Have you ever felt like forgetting
who you are
So others could forget you too?
#poetry
you made friends with someone
who was never born?
Have you ever felt like forgetting
who you are
So others could forget you too?
#poetry
As the city thaws
The people thaw with it.
And the pent up sadness, anger,
and frustrations of winter
splatter over the summer asphalt
like hot vomit…
#poetry
The people thaw with it.
And the pent up sadness, anger,
and frustrations of winter
splatter over the summer asphalt
like hot vomit…
#poetry
November 11, 2025 at 5:42 AM
As the city thaws
The people thaw with it.
And the pent up sadness, anger,
and frustrations of winter
splatter over the summer asphalt
like hot vomit…
#poetry
The people thaw with it.
And the pent up sadness, anger,
and frustrations of winter
splatter over the summer asphalt
like hot vomit…
#poetry
For a moment it felt like I was somewhere else,
For a moment it felt like I was someone else,
For a moment I didn’t feel anything at all
And it was nice.
#poetry
For a moment it felt like I was someone else,
For a moment I didn’t feel anything at all
And it was nice.
#poetry
November 11, 2025 at 5:17 AM
For a moment it felt like I was somewhere else,
For a moment it felt like I was someone else,
For a moment I didn’t feel anything at all
And it was nice.
#poetry
For a moment it felt like I was someone else,
For a moment I didn’t feel anything at all
And it was nice.
#poetry
When there is no more food to take off the plates of the poor
The rich will eat each other...
The rich will eat each other...
November 5, 2025 at 5:51 PM
When there is no more food to take off the plates of the poor
The rich will eat each other...
The rich will eat each other...
When the wind whispers through open windows
lace curtains become ghosts on the run.
And as a stream of light passes through the glass
It turns specs of dust into stars
Never meant to last.
#poetry
lace curtains become ghosts on the run.
And as a stream of light passes through the glass
It turns specs of dust into stars
Never meant to last.
#poetry
October 7, 2025 at 9:00 PM
When the wind whispers through open windows
lace curtains become ghosts on the run.
And as a stream of light passes through the glass
It turns specs of dust into stars
Never meant to last.
#poetry
lace curtains become ghosts on the run.
And as a stream of light passes through the glass
It turns specs of dust into stars
Never meant to last.
#poetry
October 7, 2025 at 8:38 PM
She doesn’t think about you
The way the wind doesn’t think about the trees;
The way rain never considers the lakes.
She doesn’t need you
The way the world doesn’t need us;
The way space doesn’t need the stars.
But it’s still so much prettier
The way things are.
#poetry
The way the wind doesn’t think about the trees;
The way rain never considers the lakes.
She doesn’t need you
The way the world doesn’t need us;
The way space doesn’t need the stars.
But it’s still so much prettier
The way things are.
#poetry
October 7, 2025 at 8:31 PM
She doesn’t think about you
The way the wind doesn’t think about the trees;
The way rain never considers the lakes.
She doesn’t need you
The way the world doesn’t need us;
The way space doesn’t need the stars.
But it’s still so much prettier
The way things are.
#poetry
The way the wind doesn’t think about the trees;
The way rain never considers the lakes.
She doesn’t need you
The way the world doesn’t need us;
The way space doesn’t need the stars.
But it’s still so much prettier
The way things are.
#poetry
My heart can sense the sinking of a ship.
But I’ve remained on shore,
far away from it.
It’s not that I’m afraid to sail
Or of the sea itself.
It’s that I’m afraid I won’t be invited aboard
To experience the beauty
of the raging storm.
#poetry
But I’ve remained on shore,
far away from it.
It’s not that I’m afraid to sail
Or of the sea itself.
It’s that I’m afraid I won’t be invited aboard
To experience the beauty
of the raging storm.
#poetry
October 7, 2025 at 8:27 PM
My heart can sense the sinking of a ship.
But I’ve remained on shore,
far away from it.
It’s not that I’m afraid to sail
Or of the sea itself.
It’s that I’m afraid I won’t be invited aboard
To experience the beauty
of the raging storm.
#poetry
But I’ve remained on shore,
far away from it.
It’s not that I’m afraid to sail
Or of the sea itself.
It’s that I’m afraid I won’t be invited aboard
To experience the beauty
of the raging storm.
#poetry
I feel guilty knowing her name,
Feel guilty she knows mine,
Because we will never meet,
So long as the sea has its tide
And the sun and moon have their light.
#poetry
Feel guilty she knows mine,
Because we will never meet,
So long as the sea has its tide
And the sun and moon have their light.
#poetry
October 7, 2025 at 8:23 PM
I feel guilty knowing her name,
Feel guilty she knows mine,
Because we will never meet,
So long as the sea has its tide
And the sun and moon have their light.
#poetry
Feel guilty she knows mine,
Because we will never meet,
So long as the sea has its tide
And the sun and moon have their light.
#poetry
Through an August haze
A red eye rose in pain
Over a slanted skyline and rotting roads of gray.
Across a broken bridge
Through cracked and crooked woods
At the shore of a lonely lake
Is where I had stood.
#poetry
A red eye rose in pain
Over a slanted skyline and rotting roads of gray.
Across a broken bridge
Through cracked and crooked woods
At the shore of a lonely lake
Is where I had stood.
#poetry
August 8, 2025 at 6:07 PM
Through an August haze
A red eye rose in pain
Over a slanted skyline and rotting roads of gray.
Across a broken bridge
Through cracked and crooked woods
At the shore of a lonely lake
Is where I had stood.
#poetry
A red eye rose in pain
Over a slanted skyline and rotting roads of gray.
Across a broken bridge
Through cracked and crooked woods
At the shore of a lonely lake
Is where I had stood.
#poetry
With tangled telephone poles
Impersonating trees.
With western buildings
Where woods once were.
The roads here make no sense,
Nothing is near, yet nothing is far,
Everything is marked by signs I can’t comprehend.
And it’s a lifetime away
from the closest friend.
#poetry
Impersonating trees.
With western buildings
Where woods once were.
The roads here make no sense,
Nothing is near, yet nothing is far,
Everything is marked by signs I can’t comprehend.
And it’s a lifetime away
from the closest friend.
#poetry
August 8, 2025 at 6:03 PM
With tangled telephone poles
Impersonating trees.
With western buildings
Where woods once were.
The roads here make no sense,
Nothing is near, yet nothing is far,
Everything is marked by signs I can’t comprehend.
And it’s a lifetime away
from the closest friend.
#poetry
Impersonating trees.
With western buildings
Where woods once were.
The roads here make no sense,
Nothing is near, yet nothing is far,
Everything is marked by signs I can’t comprehend.
And it’s a lifetime away
from the closest friend.
#poetry
Is this where it ends?
On this lonely road
With miles of ghosts
And not a single home.
Where the trees reach down
And the sky is always gray.
Where darkness holds the pulse
Of the heartache and the pain.
All for me.
All for me.
#poetry
On this lonely road
With miles of ghosts
And not a single home.
Where the trees reach down
And the sky is always gray.
Where darkness holds the pulse
Of the heartache and the pain.
All for me.
All for me.
#poetry
August 8, 2025 at 5:52 PM
Is this where it ends?
On this lonely road
With miles of ghosts
And not a single home.
Where the trees reach down
And the sky is always gray.
Where darkness holds the pulse
Of the heartache and the pain.
All for me.
All for me.
#poetry
On this lonely road
With miles of ghosts
And not a single home.
Where the trees reach down
And the sky is always gray.
Where darkness holds the pulse
Of the heartache and the pain.
All for me.
All for me.
#poetry
I'm surrounded by
a hundred shattered mirrors;
And all I see
Is what I am
what I could’ve been
And what I’ll never get the chance to be.
#poetry
a hundred shattered mirrors;
And all I see
Is what I am
what I could’ve been
And what I’ll never get the chance to be.
#poetry
August 8, 2025 at 5:44 PM
I'm surrounded by
a hundred shattered mirrors;
And all I see
Is what I am
what I could’ve been
And what I’ll never get the chance to be.
#poetry
a hundred shattered mirrors;
And all I see
Is what I am
what I could’ve been
And what I’ll never get the chance to be.
#poetry
Well the years haven’t been too good to me.
I thought I mistreated them
But realized too late
That it wasn't really my fault.
Bad days and bad luck
Are all I’ve had.
Only been happy
when I’m feeling sad.
#poetry
I thought I mistreated them
But realized too late
That it wasn't really my fault.
Bad days and bad luck
Are all I’ve had.
Only been happy
when I’m feeling sad.
#poetry
August 8, 2025 at 5:39 PM
Well the years haven’t been too good to me.
I thought I mistreated them
But realized too late
That it wasn't really my fault.
Bad days and bad luck
Are all I’ve had.
Only been happy
when I’m feeling sad.
#poetry
I thought I mistreated them
But realized too late
That it wasn't really my fault.
Bad days and bad luck
Are all I’ve had.
Only been happy
when I’m feeling sad.
#poetry
I saw a rusted steel silo
And knew it held secrets of mine.
If the sunlight hits it just right,
They will be revealed
And run wild through the fields.
But for now it’s settled in the shadows,
And I’ll watch it turn to rust,
Become nothing more than rubble
Covered in a ghostly layer of dust.
And knew it held secrets of mine.
If the sunlight hits it just right,
They will be revealed
And run wild through the fields.
But for now it’s settled in the shadows,
And I’ll watch it turn to rust,
Become nothing more than rubble
Covered in a ghostly layer of dust.
August 8, 2025 at 5:36 PM
I saw a rusted steel silo
And knew it held secrets of mine.
If the sunlight hits it just right,
They will be revealed
And run wild through the fields.
But for now it’s settled in the shadows,
And I’ll watch it turn to rust,
Become nothing more than rubble
Covered in a ghostly layer of dust.
And knew it held secrets of mine.
If the sunlight hits it just right,
They will be revealed
And run wild through the fields.
But for now it’s settled in the shadows,
And I’ll watch it turn to rust,
Become nothing more than rubble
Covered in a ghostly layer of dust.