YUL
I met him pike hoses
In protean pantomimes
Where the meta juxtaposes
And where the mystery rhymes
It takes a special kind of crazy
To host a ghost in stride
Ride you like a pale pookah
Down to the séance inside
I’m a lunatic moonlighter
Up for another all-nighter
Channeling dead writers
Head’s in the blender
Phantoms on a bender
Is the message to the sender?
Oh the pay’s not legal tender
But the night’s never looked brighter
For a free-lance, deep-trance ghost writer
The parlor’s dark and smoky
Where we Ouija the night away
Spirits tapping skeleton keys
That can’t be heard by day
Here great vats of ink are spilled
Morphing into scripts
Pages of ages quilled and filled
Out of mosaic sealed crypts
Here our ears are portals
Melting in pools of souls
Tuned to the channel of immortals
As the ferryman gathers his tolls
I’m a lunatic moonlighter
Up for another all-nighter
Channeling dead writers
Head’s in the blender
Phantoms on a bender
Is the message to the sender?
Oh the pay’s not legal tender
But the night’s never looked brighter
For a free-lance, deep-trance ghost writer
Did I hear a spirit whisper
Where those voices or rustling leaves?
Trailing echoes in the vapors
Heirlooms weaving in the eves
On a quest for the quintessential
In a quagmire of wasted designs
On a nova of untapped potential
Imagination dressed to the nines
I’m a lunatic moonlighter
Up for another all-nighter
Channeling dead writers
Head’s in the blender
Phantoms on a bender
Is the message to the sender?
Oh the pay’s not legal tender
But the night’s never looked brighter
For a free-lance, deep-trance ghost writer