lake a ghost

you ken heer my toenails

you ken see gentle wisps of mine hare

you ken "sense" a presence under your bed

you ken feel mine breath on your neck as you sit on the sofa

you ken heer the thunder of mine foot steps as i run lake a maniac upstairs

you ken feel mine tongue licking foods fram your fingers

look up amo, thair i am in a photo having kofi

look down ninjo, thair i am on your bedcover

look inside your hart

thair i am until i visit agin.

tha end

by butten b. peck