12/18/18 10:52PM


ghosts are real when you 

live six feet underground

they lurk in every hazy garage

whose air stings nostrils

and tumbles over scrap


the road trips that you shoot

faster than ever

because you actually want to get there

any change of scenery is welcome, any at all


my car is ridden with ghosts

and my shifter the most foul

these roads i speed on 

my steering still howls


the ghosts of myself

too corporeal 

shuffle down the hall

it’s easy to lose yourself

in a crowd of ghouls


which came first:

the ghosts in the house

or the men thumping the floorboards

  • Author: Big Swifty (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 18th, 2018 22:58
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 26
  • User favorite of this poem: Brittany Jo.


  • Neville

    kinda creepy but I guess it is meant to be.. there are certainly some very good lines within this little composition... the concluding line is enough to cause nightmares...

    • Abora

      glad the haunting nature i set out for was accomplished. thanks for reading

      • Neville

        my pleasure entirely..

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