For Moomie(1986-2009)

for my ghosts

So you have come back,

dingy eyed,dismal shadowed

in grandpa's boots

clanking,

clanking under the giant Mahogany table

where we first sealed the invitations

to your newly founded piss club with saliva smeared fingers

and got interested in eachother's noonoos

and though i begged for hours

you never let me touch yours

so i told Haifa you had cooties,

she kept believing it

til she saw us surfing through the web together,

searching for Lady Mary's wreck.

Everybody knew you wanted to die a sailor at sea.

I'm sure,you could have

but some unnamed air monster cleared your head off,

high in the sky,

(told you!we shouldn't have played with the witchboard)

we never got the head

but we got the high tailored blue uniform

and the freshly cherry blossomed boots

and the training officer who swore he had never

seen anything like that,

a plane eaten by plain air...

Your strange father took the blue uniform

and the tuft of brown hair and a little bit of you

and your boots to be grounded for ten thousand years

under that gnarled oak tree.

The boots kept dangling out,

dangling out,

no matter how hard they tried to earth them

til the undertaker gave up

and the boots kept dangling out.

I sat on a bench among your many lover girls

who never wept and always kept close to the buffet table.

Later that day,

i tried to write you something,

a love letter or a ''not a love letter'',

an elegy or a''not an elegy''

but the words emptied.

(and i never had that many)

You kept coming back,

i slapped you,wept for you,

peed over you,

got over you and finally compromised with you

Afterall everyone has ghosts

but you kept coming back

with Humpty dumpty and baba black sheep

prodding me to puke

or sleep or do something until now

when i have uncapped my pen

putting it on your pointed nose

and there,crunch,the nib just broke...

Reviews

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. ha ha ! ... sheer genius as always ... but i must add that your ghosts must be having a blast pestering the hell out of you ... specially when you're writing ... and i'm gonna buy you a pen with a nib that never breaks ... :) ...

bhooton ki behoodgi
bohoton ki behoodgi se behter hai

. lol ... :D ...

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this is an intriguing. mystical enchanting right, and
it has really made me contemplate a ghost of angel
watching over--which i am sure is not the case-
it's hope i suppose/and a wish--if only-if only-
i had the art to believe in such...
~but this is a delectable write -KUDOS !

Although--i am angel less dead man walking-well that is my life i guess ')

[Jibey]

How you enchant with your vivid, spurting mind... So many words are apt - the 'clanking' of the ghost, the 'piss club with saliva smeared fingers', the boots 'dangling out, like, well... you know... and the effort to try to say something fitting about someone who was so very seedy somehow... whose spirit that invited peeing or puking, a spirit that needed to be put to bed... a bed stained and creaking, where the worms will not die and the fire will not be quenched...

[Robin]

captivating ~

[Emily B]

I think everybody has a ghost that haunts them through the years, and you described it so beautifully that I could almost picture him.

This is wonderful work. I'm glad to read it.