Ghost Season
Date: Feb 4th, 2005 3:57:01 pm - Subscribe
Mood: haunted


 I always forget the February is ghost season. The time when all the seeds longlosts have planted start to sprout. My crop of perenniels. I don't know why the ghost crop comes in February, but it is true every year. Every February my cycle of dreams plays host to ghosts. Especially his ghost. My Banquo. To mix metaphors.

Banquo often covers me in scorn. But last night, he was sweet. In my dream.

My reaction to ghost season?
Hay fever.

I try to blow them away. I sneeze.
But that just disperses more seeds.

You haunt me, you flower, but you never come back to me.
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anonymous - October 20th, 2005
You remind me of the Sad Crying Clown picture in Rocko's Modern Life.

Except I can't see you, I only have a vague image of a sullen Jester pounding away on his keyboard and staring out his window as the rain trips and skids down the pane.

Also I picture you in an iron lung.
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