poetry flash
five minutes to write this poem
but there's ghosts in my brain
  needing to be freed
  or perhaps acknowledged
just in my head
  existing
  extemporizing
  extending their stay
 and reminding me of who they were
      who they are
 extensions of who i love
     and   loved
 or did i ?
is this just some trick?
   or can i even tell
      make a rational note
  of an irrational thing
--or just take it for what it claims to be
  unknown
  unknowing
  un-possible

stop! time's up.