Haunted Friday Morning

Did you hear that? Hear what? Listen! Wha… What the fuck was that? A door slams.

(When I was a kid in high school, a friend and I ran by and slammed the door of a music hall.)

After meditation, a man says to me that he’s really been picking up on the spirits around here. “Last night there was one in my room.” These are atypical, the ones that more or less attack you in your sleep.

The cabinet slammers, those that make the bed rise off the floor are usually what I have in mind.

Haunted by thoughts that will just not leave.

A real haunting pits family members against one another. It tries to snatch you out of peace and quiet, move what should not be moved.

You do not want them in. Don’t provoke or prod. This will only esculate.

Did you see what they did to her? I’m only telling you this for your own good.

Categorized as Poetry

By bgkarma

BGK is a revolutionary in the mind frame of intention with vibrational swim and entertainment snack to promote edutainment and self empowerment by use of multiple brains or servers to go next level.

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