| Joseph Lisowski |
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| Ghosts Somebody sledge hammered a railroad spike in my skull when I wasn't lookin' and disappeared like some ghost behind the night clouds. It's happened before. I'm holdin' my head at some unnatural angle while tryin' to feel for the aspirin bottle. I don't know how these things keep happenin' to me. All of a sudden, boom! There's no tellin'. Some nights there's a gang of them come runnin' with jackhammers, hydraulic drills, and goddamn pile drivers. They start them up all at once. I'm screamin' through my dreams. Then I wake and they's gone. Gone like them clouds at night. |
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