Ghosts
ghosts pass us all the time
like ugly gray clouds
wrinkling smiles
of smooth baby skin
turbulence shakes
we shiver
from the outtakes of
our abandoned scenes
unexpectedly the ethereal
appears, kicks up
turmoil dust, the wisp
of strange sensations
a rose in surround sound
black suit in coffin
happiness all around
in familial celebration
you want to run
from the dangerous situation
the ghost moans with trepidation
a white sheet slapping
the subliminal neurons of your brain
no box will hold the ghosts
that leak light, illuminating
through every darkened pore
every creaking door
ghosts spot on suspended
in the leaky roof
of show’n tell
Scrooge’s future tells
points to where we go today
perceiving all
that won’t go away
take the ghost walk,
even off the plank
dive right in
no short sighted ghost
ever existed
you feel the icy grip
of each emotion
the rusty chains
the loneliness game
shy forever after
ghoul-green jealousy
shrieking anger
the sheet goes stiff
in fair weather,
slowly drifts
away
don’t worry
it will be back
to haunt another day
1/18/2018
Copyright © Kim Rodrigues | Year Posted 2018
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