Poem: Ghosts

By Jack Brummet

1
The scenery whirls by
In a drunken Gaussian Blur
Until I slow it down
And watch it unravel
In a multi-colored, quadraphonic
Parade of flora and fauna
Waltzing Venn Diagrams
Around each other.

2
I quit chasing ghosts,

But once in a while

I look over my shoulder
And find a face in the crowd,
With a sad smile and a halo.
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Poem: Chasing Ghosts

By Jack Brummet 

1
The scenery whirls by
In a drunken Gaussian Blur
Until I slow it down
And watch it unravel
In a multi-colored, quadrophonic
Parade of flora and fauna
Spinning Venn Diagrams
Around each other.

2
I quit chasing ghosts,

But once in a while

I look over my shoulder
And find a face in the crowd,
With a sad smile and a halo. 
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Ghost Story

A professor at the Auburn University was giving a lecture on Paranormal Studies.  To get a feel for his audience, he asks, 'How many people here believe in ghosts?'

About 90 students raise their hands.  "Well, that's a good start. Out of those who believe in ghosts, do any of you think you have seen a ghost?'

About 40 students raise their hands.  "That's really good. I'm really glad you take this seriously. Has anyone here ever talked to a ghost?'

About 15 students raise their hand.  "Has anyone here ever touched a ghost?'"

Three students raise their hands. "That's fantastic. Now let me ask you one question further...Have any of you ever made love to a ghost?'

Way in the back, Elmer raises his hand. The professor takes off his glasses and says "Son, all the years I've been giving this lecture, no one has ever claimed to have made love to a ghost. You've got to come up here and tell us about your experience."

The student replied with a nod and a grin, and began to make his way up to the podium.

When he reached the front of the room, the professor asks, "So, Elmer, tell us what it's like to have sex with a ghost?"

Elmer replied, "Shit, from way back there I thought you said Goats."

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Poem: Chasing Ghosts by Jack Brummet

Chasing Ghosts
by Jack Brummet


1
The scenery whirls by
In a drunken Gaussian Blur
Until I slow it down
And watch it unravel
In a multi-colored, quadrophonic
Parade of flora and fauna
Spinning Venn Diagrams
Around each other.

2
I quit chasing ghosts,
But once in a while
I look over my shoulder
And find a face in the crowd,
With a sad smile and a halo.
---o0o---

George Bush sees ghosts

Thanks to Jeff Clinton for pointing out this nugget. Robert Draper's new book, "Dead Certain: The Presidency of George W. Bush," unloads a few bombs on the stumbling President, but perhaps the most interesting one had to do with spooks. No, not the C.I.A. kind; the apparition kind!




"On this particular evening, Poppy and Bar were away for the evening. For the first time in his life, [George W.] Bush had the run of the White House. The Secret Service detail gave the president's son a few pointers on their way out the door. There's some security downstairs. And the steward's on call. Otherwise, he was on his own.

"Bush had the steward bring him an early dinner. He intended to catch a baseball game on the tube. But the emptiness of the third floor only jostled his preternatural restlessness, so he changed into his grubby attire and headed to the small exercise room in the southeast wing.

"Bush turned on the TV, mounted the stationary cycle, and proceeded to burn through the fidgets. Eventually he got tired of that as well. Sweating, he stepped out into the hallway in his T-shirt and gym shorts with a towel around his neck.

"The usher had turned out most of the lights. Bush took a few strides down the hallway and found his steps slowing. At the entryway to the Lincoln bedroom, he froze. What had he just seen? Something. No. Nothing. No!

"Ghosts. He saw ghosts -- coming out of the walls! Or were they portraits? Or ghosts coming out of the portraits? Rubber-legged, he retreated to his bedroom and shut the door."
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