Things Aren't Good Enough

(Haunted)

That day I wrote to you at last, I was just taking a shot in the dark. Hoping that nothing’s gone from bad to worse for you, Though sometimes old ghosts may disclose that Things aren't even good enough to tell when they get worse. I was just reaching out, like a clown come down from heaven, To see if I could touch a sharper edge Before perception dulls and imagination fails. It could have been someone else I reached, Just another wrong number With nothing better to do, The same as the night before And the night before that. I think I’ll have the phone removed soon. I wonder how long I can continue disconnected In this derelict haunted house without you? rcs. Current draft: 3/7/2010 Created on 3/4/2010 11:09 AM