I don’t think ghosts exist, except in our minds. This ghost-vision came from mine, but I watched it form on the index card as if I had nothing to do with it. May it upset no one.

The Ghost of David Carradine

i drew some Eyes
& they were pale
i drew some Hair
’twas long but male
i drew a Sigh
for came a Face
that WAS
a Remnant

Was

a
Trace

& i conclude
that as I wend
my mind may yield
a ghostly Friend

my room is spare
my brain is cluttered

and so a

Ghost
appeared
and
fluttered