Tuesday, July 10, 2012

Eternity - Dave Skene

 Ghost Dancin' 

 Rumblin', from across the street. 
Was that my old man or a train rollin by? 
One in the same I guess. 

The ghosts are restless tonight. 
Comin' and goin' like chronic malaria. 

Ghosts are free from everyday life where predictability is a chosen cousin to death. 

 Winter in Montreal, saw a ghost in the kitchen. 
Her words whispered through me, “transformation is linguistic.” 
I guess this dance is a prayer, every movement is conversation with eternity. 

 Ghost Dancin'

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