dopamine

maniac hills wisp, i'm whispered after dinner
an apparition
a spirit adrift
between kids round lit firepits,
admired.
inspiring rapid-fire lyric spittle
insipid vitriol mimicked
simplistic rhythm intimated
confidentially by invitation,
these invocations
only for privileged ears
an urban legend
by admission of peers
trading verses over beers
lips zipped, plead fifth
last who leaked, killed.
speaks real, never glimpsed
remembers three fifths
and old jim
still calls crow kinfolk
been broke and stays well-fed
the best dressed ghost
he's nobody still
no papertrail
can't tell if i really exist
or just a figment
breathed into existence
over the beds of sinners
-- spinach.