haunted

ghosts haunt me…keep showing-up like uninvited guests at a birthday party…a wedding…a funeral…

i knew these spirits…these wandering souls like myself…curiosity got the best of us…off to this city..over to that state…up and down coast- lines…never…never…to grow old…yes…never…

to awaken in a naked pile on a beach in Michigan….to drink all night til 4….running ’round  Chicago in search of music…drink…and madness…sleeping in a packed Dodge parked along a seedy Montreal street…foriegn tongues whisper in the night…

these ghosts know not what they do…old scars have not healed…memories are all that is left…of madmen..poets…singers…actors..musicians….there was always a midnight dance…gone…gone…gone…now just spirits…tired…wornout pasts…

ghosts haunt me…

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