Wednesday, March 3, 2010
Different days, different ghosts,
whistling to me as if,
I was a taxi,
hailing me to take them to hell?
The one walking along the wall today,
brought Dickens to join his wit to mine,
to help me construct my carol.
A worthy past,
a present that keeps on sliding away
to become a wiggle through a black hole
into the future.
Where's the soul mate to share
the guilt of long ago?
This wraith seeks me out;
this mask, imagined?
Or is it just a cold damp conscience?
I yell out to the lurking shadow,
hopping like a fool in a funhouse.
I round the corner.
I've seen this before
in black and white,
it's not just my mind anymore.
My soul sees you, you can't hide.
I'm sort of jumping the gun.
This is a dress rehearsal for the time
when I haunt you.
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