No. 29 Parade of GhostsThe ghosts of friends past,
Walk silently by me. Dressed in summer dress, Of bygone eras; A glimpse of warmer times. In couples, In singles, Or with the friends that they were always with. As they glide by, Transparent and flawless, They yield for a moment. Hold up on their journey, Suspend in time. They see me And tilt their heads to one side, Like a confused kitten. They ask, surprised, Where have you been? What have you been doing? All this time? I sit at my cafe table, In the sun under the stars. For eternity, I sip my coffee And smile I suck on my cigarette, Blink my eyes And blow smoke at them; Too busy you were to notice, Too busy with life. Too busy we all were, To notice, Too busy in life. In death are we finally all together? Or in death do we finally part? |