Loren Niemi
What a way to pick a bone!
There are ghosts we know and ghosts we don’t.
Can a ghost be known?
Can a ghost be known?
Can’t call a phantom on the
phone;
ghost calls YOU, you scream, “Arroint!
“Hence and leave my bones alone!”
ghost calls YOU, you scream, “Arroint!
“Hence and leave my bones alone!”
My bones are clothed in flesh
and skin,
my legs sheathed in denim pants,
but my ghost’s been known
my legs sheathed in denim pants,
but my ghost’s been known
to play peak-a-boo with its own
headstone,
the tomb that it already haunts,
within which worms shall gnaw these bones.
the tomb that it already haunts,
within which worms shall gnaw these bones.
That ghost’s a clone
of me—I hear their jeers and taunts.
But I’m praying for an unknown
of me—I hear their jeers and taunts.
But I’m praying for an unknown
Spirit to receive me when I’m
gone,
bones sifted into dust.
What a way to pick a bone!
Can a ghost be known?
bones sifted into dust.
What a way to pick a bone!
Can a ghost be known?
