Friday, November 21, 2008

Second Life

I’m a ghost.
But, unlike regular ghosts
that you’ve heard of,
you can see
and feel my presence.
I work, earn, play
feed, drink
befriend/ scare people,
make them laugh/ cry.

But still I’m a ghost.

Mirrors cannot reflect me
and there is no fire or
smoke when I smoke.
You can’t see me in the night
and I make a fast exit
from my daytime existence
even before you ask
“where you vanished?”

I dangle from
the dust-laden cobwebs
preying on unsuspecting dreams.
I feed on them
till they wither and dry up
and turn them into
stickier cobwebs.

This mansion I built
is dilapidated.
Moss and paint flakes
hold on to the moist walls.
Pedestrians still look
at this grand mansion
and ask “I haven’t seen him,
is he for real?”

That’s true.
Nobody sees me
when I choose not to be seen.
And I see nobody
when the choice is not to.

The Sun is rising
along with it a thousand
daisies are blooming.
I bundle up the sunrise
and daisies and laughter
into a hidden recess of
the hidden mansion
and change back
into the ghost
that I am
before I get late.