999 Z24

when they transcribed my words
they fucked it up
wasn’t what my tomb
was supposed to say

I haunted the funeral director
the owner of the morgue
my remaining relatives
just to get some peace of mind
or erode theirs
but they didn’t seem to notice
only the wind
they said

I picked my teeth
as an astral projection
started to forget
what my words were supposed
to be

the company was poor
mourning widows
heroic rescue workers
no good addicts
criminals
people that made bad choices

I told them not to worry
and to go ask the ghost
of Washington for company
because I have none to give

they didn’t want to cause trouble
they never blew on chimes
or slammed doors
like myself
I sought to have fun