End note to a ghost

End note to a ghost

When cowards are sent

In lieu of flowers

Stay out of my cemetery, boo

This sanctuary

Of solemnity is not for you

Kindly clamor those chains over a different grave

Something a little more in line

With the consecration of your own kind

Potter’s field, asylum basement

Perfect choices for your eternal containment

Whatever you do

Choose a tomb that lay far, far away

A distance sure to quell

The stench of your vapid decay

Casper, please

I need you to cease drunk texting me on the Ouija

I  M  M  E  D  I  A  T  E  L  Y

Even in the afterlife it’s sleazy

But may you

Rest in peace eternally

My not-so-sweet

In memorandum

Of fuck boy phantoms

G  O  O  D  B  Y  E

a. duncan, 2019

 


 

‘Cause I’m me, I’m me, revenge is my thing
Watch ’em bleed, I like it
Yeah I like it, yeah I like it
Yeah, yeah

 

Video featured song: Taboo Lament (Antimatter Fellini Waltz) – Max Richter

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27 thoughts on “End note to a ghost

    1. Oh my goodness. To me, this is a high form of praise! I adore films in the vein of Beetlejuice and Death Becomes Her. Until you mentioned it I wasn’t consciously aware of the influence in my own words/sounds – but you’re right! This also has a Catwoman from Tim Burton’s Batman series vibe. Thank you so much!!!

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  1. This was…flawless. Sublime. Bittersweet yet heartfelt. I had the biggest Cheshire Cat grin upon opening this – such a brilliant poem to wake up to! The perfect mix of bitter scorn and biting humour to those unworthy fools beneath your contempt – ‘cease drunk texting me on the Ouija’ – I may have hyena cackled at that line! 😀 😀 😀
    It’s gorgeous listening to your husky words coupled with such beautiful tinkling music – you weave such a delicate spell over the audience every time that leaves them hungry for more, like a spiderweb of diamond dust. ❤

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  2. Oh APRIL. This is such a wonderful fuck you to ghosts – how DARE they mess with us. These lines are golden:

    “Casper, please
    I need you to cease drunk texting me on the Ouija
    I  M  M  E  D  I  A  T  E  L  Y
    Even in the afterlife it’s sleazy”

    So many things right with this.
    You make ghosts diminutive 👻
    I could not love this more xx

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    1. Oh my – Rachel, thank you so much. 🖤🦢 You are so right… How DARE they, the transparent losers… don’t they have better things to be doing in the afterlife??

      Except – we do owe them a very small thanks for the strength given through their untimely gracelessness and for the spark of inspiration. Yes, ghost, feed my fire. Now return to the nether you nincompoop. And never return to my mind’s mausoleums again. 🖤🥀

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      1. Ghosts are so not invited unless we get tipsy on honeyed wine and foolishly reach out to them on the ouija. Which – we would never because – pshhh – they are so dead to us!! 💀 And we have each other and feathered pillows. Faux of course, wouldn’t want to sleep on ourselves!

        We can listen to Mozart on the record player and snuggle like bunnies. 🖤🦢

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  3. April…this is sublime, darling. The perfect mix of bittersweet elegy and withering scorn for those fools beneath your contempt. So true – how dare they bother you after their time. ‘Cease drunk texting me on the Ouija’ – may have hyena cackled at that line! 😀
    You have such skill weaving a delicate spell over the audience and leaving them hungry for more – like a spiderweb of diamond dust. Keep writing! 🦊

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