The Ghost Plays Tricks On Me
He flies into an uninhabited shell
and looks at me out through its eyes,
curving the lips of this avatar
into a knowing smile.
Before I know it, he flies out,
leaving the shell to fall to the floor,
empty sockets for eyes.
He flies from puppet to puppet
pulling on strings,
animating their limbs
and I look on the scene, irresistibly;
my head spins round to tie him down,
but he just disappeared and Iím only in time
to catch the puppet going limp.