CASPER
THE FRIENDLY GHOST
The good it did was negative. The mail
Put off its weaponized white coat of spores;
The jets no longer seemed about to fall
Or pivot madly toward the upper floors;
Such things returned to their old habitat
In nightmares and the crawl on CNN.
But where did the rainbow come from, pledging that
The flood subsiding wouldn't rise again?
It was just something swallowed with the dose
That fed the brain its missing chemicals,
Coaxing it from its darker purposes
Back to the daylight we assume is normal.
Now as the milligrams decrease, the ache
And sizzle of the synapse slowing down
Warns that these months of peace were a mistake;
Things were not wrong inside, but all around.
12/7
Put off its weaponized white coat of spores;
The jets no longer seemed about to fall
Or pivot madly toward the upper floors;
Such things returned to their old habitat
In nightmares and the crawl on CNN.
But where did the rainbow come from, pledging that
The flood subsiding wouldn't rise again?
It was just something swallowed with the dose
That fed the brain its missing chemicals,
Coaxing it from its darker purposes
Back to the daylight we assume is normal.
Now as the milligrams decrease, the ache
And sizzle of the synapse slowing down
Warns that these months of peace were a mistake;
Things were not wrong inside, but all around.
12/7