Halftime

Still not quite there.
I know it's out there though;
probably looming in a cemetery field on sore feet,
or maybe,
hiding under some parked car in a city I've never been to.
We'll someday cross paths-
but not yet.
I'll ride it to the edge of the universe.
To the black land
where the non-gods sit in flimsy plastic chairs,
screaming and howling in laughter
at such an upside down world
eating itself alive.
I will never stop till it's found.

The highs leave me burnt.
The
lows
leave
me
for dead.
I've gained no ground on the ghost.