that bloody ghost
is yowling in my head again
i thought i told it to fuck off
i did
the damned insanity
there really is
no fucking point in this
no doubt
there’s some reason
it’s decided
to come visiting again
bobbing
like a coconut
rising from the seabed
fucking clicé
is all it deserves
probably a year later
from something
a year ago
it can fuck off
i think i shall
swat it
with music
something automoton
take myself to peaceful patterns
it can nag
like a blowfly
that’s just left
the shit
i’m not fucking
doing a thing
that was an evil poison