Ghost Radar

So I have this thing called

"Ghost Radar"

on my iPhone.

( spudpickles )

And

whether or not it's a legitimate way

to find ghosts

is under some debate.

However, mine is quite active.

What it does, see,

is it spits out words.

I can fully understand the critique

that the thing is just

"spitting out random words."

It does appear that way.

Though I will admit that

on more than a few occasions,

the Ghost Radar

has responded to the situation

appropriately.

Consider,

for instance, 

the time I sat down to eat

this delectable lamb chop

and salad and rice,

and the Radar was on,

and it said:

Yum!

Or the fact it keeps

identifying itself

when I turn it on at work

as the man whose

tenure track line

I filled.

He vacated it

by dying,

by the way.

Oh, well,

Right?

Coincidence,

yes!

**

Several months,

while I was sitting

and playing

my guitar,

I had the radar out,

and it spat out these words:

Broke

Ourselves

Consonant

Jet

Younger.

Now, what the hell is that?

You might wonder.

Random words.

Random or no,

I used them as the basis for a poem

(by me)

and here that poem

is:

Brokeourselvesconsonantyounger

Broke ourselves in two

consonant to the power

of the jet that propelled us,

younger,

                          backwards,

                                               with no glances

                                                    save

                                            the last ones

                                                                                that we shared.

I believe there was

something real

        despite

                         the odds stacked against us ---

I believe there was

love

                             like neither of us

                       felt possible.

(by Makropoulos --

if you're going to cut

& paste that,

please keep the line

by Makropoulos!)

* * *

The words after that,

by the way,

were:

Sound

Pot

Casey

Italian

unit

Now honestly,

I could do nothing

with them.

Random Words