GHOSTS HAVE STARTED DANCING NAKED
(The ghost story was in the news at the beginning of this gulf war and that's the time this poem was written)
Yesterday another book on the Holocaust
perhaps I over identify.
Synchronicity last night
walking by a TV set
a doctor explained, over images of Aushchwitz,
we are all becoming numb like the prisoners
because we are bombarded with tragedy
we can do nothing about.
The other night in one dream
a loudspeaker announced all the women
have been removed from the planet.
Then later, in a vision
women in bright colors
leaning out of train windows
all looking back at me.
So why am I left? Ain't I a woman?
Ghosts have started dancing naked
in front of cars in Bagdad
sending drivers into panic.
My muse has apparently consulted
the ghosts of Freud and Jung
and disguises everything.
Last night I slept in the crossbow
of trains again. Something crawled
on my leg. I brushed it away
without waking completely.
I'd like to dissappear in a fugue
but there's no one left
to pay the rent but me.