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Paul Kuntz May 2013
I have found the other ghosts,
who wander 'round these dead of night streets.
Who sulk and slink and glide
in suits and dresses,
torn jeans and tank tops;
in moon glow shoes and bare feet.

The ghosts who are but revelers and fools,
thieves and dreamers,
flailing arms frantic at the lights,
         all the lights!
Who bask in the sweet summer rains,
washing clean the night's gaiety.
The cigarettes and ***** and starry-eyed ecstasy;
crawling hand in hand, shoulder to shoulder,
lip to lip and promise to love.
Love if only till dawn.

Ghosts who hide in the street lamp shadows,
smiling fools masking their morosity.
Another night wasted chasing the memory of a dragon
only to return to their haunts' and fade;
decay under the sunrise rays.
Dreaming and scheming
of the next nights jollities.
these days of jollities  cares slip away

shoulders down

we buy our little treat



mine red and white spotted

flamenco shoes



we visit the rarities,

charities and dusty

places where book binders

work late



tiny clean hands gently folding leather

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