New Poem _ Ghosts Talking to Ghosts
New Poem – Ghosts Talking to Ghosts
Ghosts Talking to Ghosts
by John OBrien, Jr.
Old memories, old emotions
I hear ghosts talking to ghosts.
Hairs rise, goosies.
Hallowed hated halls,
that I havent seen in twenty-five years,
when I was young.
How many thousands cried
and laughed here, in the 1/4 century since?
Would they have laughed more,
cried less, in other halls?
Foundations of concrete, were built there.
or of sand.
Ghosts talk to me,
strangle me in the sticky,
panicky spider web
of what was,
or of what could have been.
Shudder.
Battle ball bruises
and bitter bad blows.
Buried in books,
so I don’t see, me getting lost in the shuffle.
Now I look for the loners
And gently blow them
to the road more traveled.