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Spectre In A Hallway
MW (14 July 1973 / Berent)

Spectre In A Hallway

He stood as if he be a spectre
when he spots me before i see him
round the bend, behind the door or in a nook
Acts Lot's wife on burning Sodom or Gomorrha
only tastes of marzipan

A spectre- least expected and playing dead
to scare my wits - he feeds me with bequiling
thoughts to prod on my tomfoolery-
and i take them warm-mindedly, insecure as i am -need
hints how to operate in society

we agreed to text our mutual friend
as he bought the postage stamps and
i relieved myself on the loo but when i was
done he left not as much as a ghostly trace
of himself up and down the long hallway

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Comments (1)

i think that is a great poem. very haunting! ulrike