I have been having encounters with living things,
some seen, some not.
I am haunted by the living.
I long for the peace of ghost towns,
but they are filled.
I escape to the woods and deserts;
there are strange and haunting sounds.
When I climb into my time machine with wheels
to run away, I see the dead bugs
on the windscreen, inside,
I hear a fly buzz.
It is not the ghosts of the lived
that creep me out,
it is the living of the ghosts.