ghosts are just things
no more, no less
like this waste basket
that hat

ghosts exist
in what scientists flippantly call
a temporal time salad
being a half second to the side
of wherever the hell it is
you think you are

ghosts wear ghost clothes
joggers, trainers, stuff like that
sometimes a bag
scientists have yet to decide
what the implications are
for fabric technology more generally

you know that feeling when you walk upstairs to fetch something important, but then stand at the top of the stairs clutching the handrail, because you’ve forgotten what it was?
your glasses?
a book?
the dog?
I mean – WHAT?
ghosts feel like that all the time

everyone who has ever died is now a ghost
everyone who is yet to be born
are what scientists term
pre-ghost
in many ways
the world is more ghost
than living
(and don’t get me started on pets)

ghosts have made their presence felt
throughout history
except for a brief period in the 1960s
when they struck
for better conditions

arguing with a ghost
is a fool’s errand
they use 100 percent pure ghost logic
which is immediate
transparent
omni-directional
and fucking annoying