Unexplained whispers
creaking in the floors
Ghostly sighs and rattles
of the knobs upon the doors

Could it be the house is weary?
All these lives it's had to bear
from dancing in the bedroom
to shrieking, pulling hair

I think that I can hear them,
thoughts telling me to listen
I've heard them many nights
alone, out in the kitchen

The 'fridge' grumbles to itself
as I shut the open door
"I just want a sandwich,
that and nothing more"

2714 Girard Ave. N. Ghost Tales #3
The Unwanted Kiss

Sour lips pressed to mine in the night
breath the like of which to peel paint !
Push hard against the weight on my chest
harder still, I'm ready to faint

How can a ghost exert such willing
dominance over the living ?
Sitting up sharply I catch my wind
He's taking what I'm not 'giving'

Brussel sprouts, spinach
Promise of their vile flavor
My childhood poison

there is a full moon out tonight,
it is a dreamer's moon pale and white.
still early nightfall, bags are packed
awaiting planned passage on a train.

Got my train ticket in my hand
Anticipation at the station
Conductor smiles and punches it
She points me to my seat, off I go.

A window seat is mine, what rapture
Turning off "my" light, I can see out
Harp to mouth, blowing sweetest notes
a call for "Me And Bobby McGee"

Are you sure?
For only $29.99 a month, we can guarantee
you a spot in the Emerald Green Valley,
a resting spot described as Heaven!

Care free, you can lay about with no worries;
no mowing, shoveling snow or litter.
Fresh flags for veterans, and mourners for the friendless!
We take pleasure in making your stay here a pleasant one.

Our employees will take care of your every need
and will wake you on the day of ressurrection
providing testimony as to your worthiness
to make sure that you aren't left behind

I've always been loyal
Might be my fatal flaw
Even when it hurt me
I just call things a draw

You never cared for me
I would've died for you
You'd flirt like a player
I did because I loved you

I put up with so much pain
So many things I shouldn't
Now, looking in the rearview
If I could go back, I wouldn't

Because you never cared
You never shed a single tear
I was only your backup plan
You were music to my ear

Sit in a window seat
for one last look at this place
Memories on that bench...
Never thought I would be leaving here
See what thinking gets you?

A good portion of my life
has been lived here
Now, off to a new adventure
"in my golden years" pah...
Nothing golden about them now

Two bags of clothes, a shaving kit
newly polished silver
nestled in my shirt and jacket
clinging to my neck,
like the last of the albatross

Aria, fairy of dusk
appearing
with the first
star.

Sweeping away
the reign of day
by her bidding.

With gentle touch,
introducing
sweet tendrils
of evening.

From which
velvet canvas
takes possession
of the canopy
as soon the
full moon rises.

First, low in the sky
horizon alight
with shy moonbeams,
she takes her place
amongst the stars...

With a solid winter wind
she blew out from the east
racing on skis with long strides
slicing through iridescent snow...

Remington Riffle slung low,
secured, over her back.
Shells in deep pockets,
of the blue nylon vest...
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Destination target west!
Feel the dot of red light
from a good mile away,
count the seconds as they fly.

Time in a heartbeat on high
a fraction of a single breath
when you put it to the test
impact is swift and final!

In striving to be different
We are all the same
For the very thing we want
Is to make a name

Too many times we wish for
Things we cannot obtain
Oh, how much I want to
Show just what I've gained

I'm not the same, I assure you
I have my dreams, you see
Yes, that's only thing so different
Between you and little old me