..
There’s a spirit in my sunroom,
and he’s got a lot to say.
I think he’s rather bothering;
I wish he’d go away.
He’s a specter wearing spectacles,
who thinks he’s rather wise.
He’s a wraith with wrath to spare,
trying mumbling on for size.
I’m spooked, annoyed
and phantom-fatigued. I wish
he’d go away. Or at least exhaust
his useless prattle, and have nothing
left to say.
I don’t know what kind of ghostie-ghouls
have haunted my nerves
in the past,
but this one sure is
getting on my
last.
..
Written for Poetic Asides.
We all have these ghosts. Good one
Verse is very difficult for me – you make it look easy. Sending all kinds of good vibes and love, Moskowitz