Descensus Christi ad Inferos ~ Saturday, May 2, 2026

Share the Wealth by Hungry Ghosts

Sharon, technically, Rose of Sharon, called
harrowing as it was, at the bookstore
after Lynn, technically, Jennifer Lynn
regal, committed suicide, I bawled
every human being makes their own choice

theater of thaumatūrgus, before
his resurrection from the dead, kingpin
emerges triumphant, but she is gone

Wealth is meaningless without friends, her voice
emulated Lauren Bacall, smoky
as cigars and cognac, a low timbre
liquid oxygen to my ears, low-key
theater of miracles, of wonder
haunted by the cat in the box, at dawn

burnt by the sun, undeserving, I fall
yes, into confusion, my blood runs cold

Haunted by hunting dogs, I am a stag
until I understand, Erwin, I bawl
nothing but narrow-minded people here
given the world of hungry ghosts, I fold
religious pamphlets to burn as a gag
yes, they take this seriously, I laugh

Ghosts are imaginary, as I fear
hold hands with Jennifer after she cries
only if I could have made her happy
still, life is not so kind, everyone tries
to help, my friend is dead, I feel crappy
still, life is so unkind, I laugh, a gaffe

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