Your Local Silly Ghost Poem by Raj Arumugam

I’m the ghost
who lives below your bed;
the ghost
who appears on the other side
of the window;
who stands between the trees in your garden
and loiters in the dark streets
looking longingly at your window;
the silly ghost
who sits in your car
all night
when you’re in bed




and though I may
once in a
silly moon season
jump on you
when you eat alone
and I may screech
Boo!
and it might look like
I’d stick to you
like stubborn glue
you might just say:
Boo yourself! -
and stick out your tongue,
and I’ll have a good laugh
and fly about like
a purple balloon
losing all its air


and then you might pick me up
and shed a tear
and bury me
between the trees
in your garden
and shed a tear or two
for your local silly ghost
who died like a balloon
just to amuse you