John Stanton (1971-1992)

I was a cheerful guy
I excelled at sports
I enjoyed my beer
I lived a good life
I had my faults
I tried to be good
I made one mistake
Got too drunk once
Went a little crazy
Busted up a store
After midnight
Got caught on
A security Camera
Fled the law
Drove to Akansas
Drunk on my ass
Picked up a hot
Female hitchhiker
Said she was
Really a ghost
Laughed hard
Played her game
Let her off at
Woodlawn cemetery
Followed her in
Hoping for some
Spooky love
Touched that
Real woman
She pushed me
Away and I fell
On a Tombstone
On my head
Passed out and
Dreamed of
Ghosts woke up
Above my body
Which was laying
On a slab in a
University lab
Being dissected
And I was a ghost
And the doctor
Dissecting me
Was the hot
Female hitchhiker
I’d given the ride to

Bob Boyd

Author: BobBoyd

79, cancer survivor, work out 3 times a week, ride exercise bike 60 minutes daily. Kundalini energy rising since age 27, began writing poetry October 2023. Pisces, which may be why I have fish for pets, read and listened to many NDEs, Shared Death Visions, and Death Bed Visions, see death as the awakening of a lifetime and the ultimate relocation. View all posts by BobBoyd