A Washtub of Ghosts

I asked the
Bouncing ball
What time
The light bulbs
Go out?

A washtub of ghosts, said the ball

It’s just
A squeeze of light, the darling blink of darkness,
Came the second reply

The sleeping cat is a fat chance

The dollar amount is traffic

The atoms are a taste test

Genes are the mocking call

In cursive, beware

4 thoughts on “A Washtub of Ghosts”

theusedlife says:

Your poetry is always such a pleasure to read.

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September 12, 2019 at 12:10 pm Reply
naivehaircuts says:

Thank you!!!!

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September 12, 2019 at 12:34 pm Reply
Shaun Jex says:

Strange and beautiful. It reminds me a bit of the poetry of Charles Simic.

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September 12, 2019 at 4:32 pm Reply
1. naivehaircuts says:
  
  Thank you. Very much appreciated.
  
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  September 12, 2019 at 5:47 pm Reply