Ghosts

I dreamed a dream, (what else could I dream?)
asleep in my nightly tradition,
when I had the distinct and exub'rant delight
to meet a long-haired apparition.

T’was a bit of a fright to be met in the night
by a man who I never have known.
But I soon would discover sans word or description
just why through my window he’d flown.

Just as my heart stilled and I was about
to ask if he came from afar,
three more ghouls flew in and brought big amplifiers,
a bass, some drums, and a guitar.

I jumped out of bed and I thought in my head
that this undead ensemble might linger
until I was audience to a concert from
this ghost trio and their lead singer.

I listened intently as this band tuned up
And then they turned to me and said,
“We hope you enjoy this medley comprised
of the best tunes by the Grateful Dead.”

When they all said goodnight and they all flew away,
The show I had seen was just monstrous.
And I’ve never again seen a concert as cool
as that ghost-band that toured my subconscious.

You are what you love

I did a study in self-loathing
Read some Milton
and some Reznor
Sat in ashes, tore my clothing
then got better.

Want someone to make you jolly?
Better look into a mirror.
It's easy to be melancholy--
just enjoy it.