Wednesday, February 10, 2016


the dead have spoken my name
yes asshole
it's now two a.m. 
if anything is there 
will you let me take your photograph 
we head home
my relationship with ghosts 
started when I was a child
my relentless search for the paranormal
naked selfies from beyond the grave
ungodly banging from down in the basement
spirits manipulate me
an ambiguous area
shapes made of mist
rising up out of the creek
a pseudo seizure 
recorded voices
crackle into being
an unshakeable belief
in static

paul conneally
february 2016

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