Ghost Driver I let a ghost drive my body last night. Let it peer over my steering wheel. It drove me to the disco, made shapes with my body that it wasn't supposed to make. It reversed me into line, fishtailed through the mall, donutted around the cinema and crashed me into the river. There, it drown me in the weir pool, the brown sludge settling in my lungs. Now, I'm the ghost, and I'm hitching for a ride home.
The Globe Theatre burnt to the ground, today in 1613.
Steve Ditko, American comic book artist, died today in 2018.
Very cool!
Is the drowning in the pool of the last stanza a reference to “The Founding and Manifesto of Futurism”?
I see your point. The brown sludge is really any kind of abuse. Sometime we can be persuaded to do things that people shouldn’t do. Like go to the beach, go to a party, meet other people… the brown sludge is COVID-19….
That’s really interesting, thanks for your answer.
Wow.