Phantasm 3

On July 10, I was visited by a series of phantasms. It was like Dickens A Christmas Carol except it was hot as balls and the child labor was outsourced to China.

I have to admit to a soft spot for Phantasm #3. She was my favorite visitor. There’s not a lot of substance to her but that’s part of her charm. She’s a little dotty and airy and starstruck but she knows things that most of us can’t even imagine. She sat on the corner of my bed for two and a half hours, holding her finger to my lips. I spent most of that time adjusting my eyes to the dark before I could see the black pinprick of her pupils. Then I could see all the way in. She has a heart of gold. Or some other precious meddle.

She is a constellation of consternation.
Her Lizzy is not boardin’. It’s just passing through. She doesn’t want to start a fight. But she knows how to end one, with no loose ends to drag her down. She watches Forensic Files. She knows what they look for.

Published by mikepowernyc

Musician and writer. New album "Observations" coming soon.

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