Personal Ghosts
Personal ghosts
I don’t believe in ghost
because it doesn’t make sense
so, my logical brain tells me, but then what value my logic?
There are times when a shadow crosses my room
but when I turn to see what it is
it is gone.
A friend of mine said if there is a ghost, the Fantasma doesn’t
it is a Fantasma, but it is a residue of the past
that has yet to be erased into the forever.
This is good enough for me, but I once saw Neptune
he had a wig of seagrass and big crabs in his pubic hairs,
but that was long ago, and I was young and easily impressed.
Copyright © Jan Oskar Hansen | Year Posted 2020
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