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Walt’s Ghost

Last night I saw Walt Whitman’s ghost with his head in a sling
Tending to runaway soldiers with bullet hole eyes
I asked him how do you know which side these horses were on?
He pointed up to the north star and was gone

I woke and I found myself standing on London Bridge
A ragged moon rose like a cracked bottle thrown in the Thames
I jumped in a taxi and said take me to William Blake
And the driver said you must be crazy in traffic like this

So I threw all my notebooks of gold on the purple fire
And cast all my poems and paintings on the emerald sea
Until Walt Whitman’s ghost re-appeared at my bedroom door
He said I can see son you’re starting to get the hang of this job

Lovers will visit at dawn with pearls in their eyes
Voices will haunt you at night from the telegraph wires
Wolves will be guarding the path that lead to the well
Starlings will diamond the sky with their beaks in a sling

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