Poltergeist 02/?/93

If you were to haunt my house
Would I be driven to the pew?
Would I seek a reader for my palm
a tarot deck or Ouija board?

I dreamed that you were haunting me
You rattled chains upon the floor
Made of tile in the bathroom as I soaped and soaked my head
And although you were a ghost
I let you watch

I dreamed that you were haunting me
I slowly cooked an egg and you
Hid behind the door as I
Padded to the couch in boxer
Shorts and running shoes and
Handkerchief upon my head

I dreamed that you were haunting me
You held the pen up to my face
I do not believe in ghosts and yet
My muse you have become you have become
And you float through the wall
Out to the cold and icy wind
Which buffets you about because
You are not weighted down your
Chains are made of mist and
Not of steel

If ever you would haunt my house
I shall seek a church and pray
And I shall stick my tongue
Right through the screen to find
A nun who feels the same and
So was forced to haunt me all this time
But would come right through the
Box and forgive me all my sins
And gain her body back so she'll
No longer have to haunt me with her soul