Last night
with ghosts I watched
an old porno
and a woman's side view of her face
sticking out
her tongue
--but from the corner of my bleary eye,
ghosts tramp across the garage;
translucent and sing-song witchery
or jump-rope speak words,
as I head into the main house
--and Grandma is there
lying in the crack of the bed a corpse
and I shake
her
and rouse her, trying
hard as I might to resurrect her and
she sits up; but
it is not her,
--and then we hear the singing and I tell her
"How active the ghosts are!",
and one of them is banging on the side of the washing machine
as her eyes pop open
in dead and stunned, silent wonder...
To the mall
we ramble because Uri Geller has opened a stone archway
over an old store
littered with graffiti and I wave,
And someone has bought all of Chaplin's films
and the girl with me says,
"Great to take away everyone's source of pleasure!"
(But he screameth bigly when he realizes
--you can't make money on them!
and then a miniature Chaplin comes careening
[like a small grey mass]
out of the sack called Time and Space labeled and--)
About the Creator
Tom Baker
Author of Haunted Indianapolis, Indiana Ghost Folklore, Midwest Maniacs, Midwest UFOs and Beyond, Scary Urban Legends, 50 Famous Fables and Folk Tales, and Notorious Crimes of the Upper Midwest.: http://tombakerbooks.weebly.com
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