Friday, August 10, 2007
Tense is the arm and the head I thought,
Together the chest is august and like lead, I thought.
Too many collisions are made at once,
'By the body', says a man dead, I thought.
To see a ghost appear from nowhere
Is controversial, never said, I thought.
Find the banshee and stride in front of it,
So that the banshee is read, I thought.
Place him on a plate, the ghost I mean,
So I can eat it like I said, I thought.
Please, I'm haunted, and by a stranger,
A stranger that doesn't know it is He, I thought.