Apparition Appearation, (How Silly Can Wee be?)

 


it appears to be the ghost of me
could quite well have been any-one

or two of all of us gathered here for
this happening of solemnity.

Let the old one's drink til drunk and
dance, dance, dance until hips be shatterin'

and hearts flail for the failing as is so preordained
in the eyes of the Good Idiot God, made of

eversucking plastic gathering tonnage in the
ocean'sea, of a hell's worth of 'being good' as

wee know one should so's prophets wit comb'overs
capitalize by snatchin'pussy whenever wherever.

Go'head, and let's make like our ghosted soul will
never grace the charnal excavation of our very birth.


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