Graveyard Hopping on 6th Street
I heard stories of a place
Where one could meet fellow lonely ghosts…
Where spirits drowned in spirits and
Every ghost shared what made them go Boo…
All of these lonely ghosts…
So many sad ghosts…
All of them lingering ghosts…
Each one haunting a familiar sight…
Each one moaning a tragic plight…
Ah – this gathering of ghosts,
They’ve delayed the haunting of their gravesite,
To haunt a different kind of graveyard,
…a different kind of loss…
Instead of lamenting over headstone inscriptions,
They’ll lament over half-empty glasses,
And the finality of the bartender’s last call…
Oh – these sad, lonely ghosts,
All they ever wanted was another ghost to haunt with…
Someone they can share with a séance…
Someone they can share with the scare of Death…
Really, what ghost could say no?
M. L. Michael
6/16/09
graveyard hopping on 6th street
I heard stories of a place
Where one could meet fellow lonely ghosts…
Where spirits drowned in spirits and
Every ghost shared what made them go Boo…
All of these lonely ghosts…
So many sad ghosts…[…]
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