People think the world is ghostly.
It is not ghostly in the least.
People think there are ghosts.
Physical is the beast.
The wealthiest man longs to be tall.
She twists her neck to parallel park.
You want to play, but you’re too small.
She cannot see in the dark.
Inspiration didn’t make her sing.
There is a physical reason for everything.
The physical is so strong
It writes, sings, and condemns the song.
A dress code is a dream of law.
The handsomest soldier you ever saw
Wore the blue and then the gray
After speeches, and dinner’s delay.
This poem will mock what you heard
Because it’s rhythmically absurd.
There isn’t a ghost
Who will not admit it loves me and air and touch and this poem the most.