Like you I am haunted by a ghost
from whom there is no place to hide.
Every wine bottle has a haunting label.
There is a unwelcome memory
behind every bookstore shelf.
The past whistles
my music wherever I go.
This specter,
as in life,never sleeps.
Each city and each park
has a tombstone for my view.
When I am with you vapors
sit next to you.
I reach for your hand
and the past clucks me to order.
My friend, we have to get rid
of our ghosts.
I have a plan.
I have will dress my ghost
in a clown's costume.
So when I glance at a bookcase
I will see a clown and smile.
At that winery
I have not been able to visit,
bubble nose will take
the second glass.
I will wait for a funny
remark about the vintage.
The parks,
a playground where children
visit my big footed one.
My ghost will no longer haunt me.
I have a travelling circus.
Why, right now
the clown sits next to you.
Who is to know why I smile so?
My suggestion to you
is also very simple.
Your ghost needs to be organized
in a troop.
Imagine the haunting fear
in a room with your ghost.
Then visualize it there naked.
A pants less ghost
is too funny to be scary.
When you smile,
I will think that I amuse you.
When I laugh you can be sure
that it's for your humor
and not a clown waiting to be kissed.
We will not stop being haunted,
and make mockery of our ghosts.
And when I become a ghost for you,
be sure that I am allowed at least
a bath towel.
In return I will leave the funny nose for you.