My sister wants to marry
a ghost – I just can’t work out
what’s possessed her

And my elder sister
she wants to marry Dracula –
now, what I’d like to know is what bit her

And as for myself,
I’d like to marry a zombie –
and listen, I’m dead serious about that

But most astonishing is my eldest sister -
she wants to marry a man
And the long and short of it is,
the family just can’t work out
*what’s got into her

my wife’s always late
so I wailed: “Hurry up, dear
or it'll be light...
You know, the early ghost
catches the faint-hearted”

“Hang on,” she howled
(I’d died on the rope, you see)
“just my finishing touches
with my mas-scare
and a bit more of my scare spray”
and then she floated out
into the dying room
(we don’t have living rooms, you understand)
looking just *boo-tiful

She had the kind of face
that could swallow
your hope
like a fly,
sinking in an olympic sized swimming
pool

You'd never have her,
she'd never want you

Her eyes
two blue lakes
you could submerge in,
drown in,
wishing to never sea them stream

Black painted arcs
curved,
framing,
They could make
Mona Lisa frown
green with envy

Beauty etched
so deep, so true
time itself
could never
erase

I found -in the shadow of a
Crane rigged and ready- that
I couldn't help myself.

Took a ladder to the huge sphere
Of chipped and battered iron,  
And threw one leg on either
Side of the chain.

Sang leaning and rocking
Into the walkie talkie
As my foreman spat his
Coffee not to choke; laughing along
With Swedes, Polish, Lithuanians
And Norwegians alike.

Miley. Bringing people
Together.