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haunting by john k zimmerman Tuesday, January 18, 2005 Rated "PG" by the Author. Share Print Save Become a Fan I was hellishly tired one evening with much still to do. It seemed like in would never get some rest ...
Out of the fog-swept night he stepped. An ordinary looking chap save for the grey felt fedora and the tendency to transparency. Weary beyond the insatiable capacity of the immortal soul for suffering, every incorporeal movement the occasion of a groan both infernal and profound the ghost roamed its assigned haunt. �Sleepless I these seven decades past� he confided when first we met, "Being dead ain�t what it is cracked up to be,� His wild laughter came from beyond madness. �Not heaven, not hell. not simple oblivion � Just eternity spent haunting this fog bound haunt �� I see him, now and again when I walk the high wild path in the grey fog. His ghostly form and presence hold no terror --- but the thought that he speaks true fills me with wonder, and with dread

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Reviewed by m j hollingshead	3/28/2005

well done




Reviewed by Mitzi Jackson	1/19/2005

really dark and enlighting experience hu? it sure was for me (the reader) thanks for the trip




Reviewed by Tinka Boukes	1/18/2005

Well written dark write John!! Been a while you write something about the "Red Mule" Love Tinka




Reviewed by Ed Matlack	1/18/2005

So you like fedora's huh? I give you permission to get some sleep, go now my son and sleep...Ed




Reviewed by Mr. Ed	1/18/2005

There is no rest for the weary - or for many a poet. A truly good dark write, John.




Reviewed by Judy Lloyd (Reader)	1/18/2005

I think E. Richardson wrote it the best way and I second that.




Reviewed by E. Richardson	1/18/2005

oh man...did this strike some notes in me...lately I have been feeling like a one legged man in a butt kicking contest and this poem was right on the money...good job, John




Reviewed by Kate Clifford	1/18/2005

Over tired minds come up with some of the most interesting abstract thoughts. Great write.