date with the dead

the man in the portal
showed me his life
from birth to death
while an angel played charades
showing me all the things
she needed me to know
obviously she didn't know
I haven't played much charades

the woman in white
might have been a woman
or the little girl that was haunting
me with the hoofed demon 
that was trapping her in this realm
she belongs in the night sky
not earth bound 
but bound for infinity
somewhere even I can't see

this was just the middle of 
 my strange happenings
the beginning began in a barn
when I was no more then four
a little boy with his brains
showing through the back of his head
we roamed the fields as playmates
until I moved to a different house
a different town

a small triangle hole
is in the floor
next to my sliding glass door
the dogs are mystified by it
it seems to project all the latest
activity

demons
with their jagged teeth
alien light beings
that stare with their big eyes
and mute subtraction sign smiles 
spirits all twisted out of shape

if I look to long in that direction
a graveyard appears on the porch
the grim reaper with his bone face
is the head of this field trip

I tell them it is closing time
go on get out
I have to write now
but they are mad
they wasted their haunting hours
last night helping me put together
a manuscript where they were
the stars

I light some incense 
and shush them
I can't hear myself think
one ghost dissolves into 
a chair

I ignore them
but they don't care
my dog barks near the camera
suddenly they are friends

they all want to pose for a picture
while chanting we exist we exist

I have to go now
keep them company
as they have done for me
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all they want to do
is watch haunting shows