the future has ghosts too

queuing up just waiting

we give them substance

by living dying mating

 

sometimes you get hints

they call it premonitions

or that indefinable frisson

whatever the definitions

 

clairvoyant at the seaside

read my palm for sixpence

said I'd wed a gyspy, who

did have a second sense

 

lit me with superstitions

she could read my mind

seances so popular then

suddenly she went blind

 

I tell her what's coming

dangers that lie ahead

she's angry, the idea of

ghosts inside her, dead