A Hypothetical Expert

This week, I’ve got the sixteenth entry in my song-inspired series of poems ready for you to read, and this one takes a bit of a light-hearted look at the supernatural–specifically, the idea of there being ghosts haunting buses. Well, they do make some weird sounds sometimes, but anyway, this week’s poem was inspired by ‘Werewolves of London’ by Warren Zevon, and I hope you enjoy it!

First Poem In This Series: To Witness, To Behold, inspired by ‘Sowing The Seeds Of Love’ by Tears For Fears

Previous Poem In This Series: Ghost Words Chasing Their Own Tails, inspired by ‘Paint Me Red’ by Avatar

A Hypothetical Expert

Perhaps there are not ghosts
lurking in the engines of buses–
perhaps you turn away,
when you hear that odd shriek.

Or you explain, patiently,
to the superstitious passenger,
scribbling in a notebook beside you,
that ghosts are not real–

and, you add, with a little upturn
to your nose, and a curl in your lip,
if they were real, which, you stress,
is not and has never been the case,

then they would certainly not
be inside the engines, or chassis,
or any other parts, of public buses–
after all, whoever heard of that?

Spirits mucking about in exhaust pipes;
what next? Perhaps there are fairies
nesting on top of motorway signs,
or zombies clawing through car park concrete.

But now we are sidetracked;
the scribbling passenger pauses,
pen poised, and mildly wonders
where your authority comes from–

did the hypothetical ghosts themselves tell you
they don’t like haunting the bus to town?

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