hamlet's ghost____

2/3 train 96th street. Nov. 19th, 2013
No, at first. But a conversation ensued about film school, ideas. That led to a poem. Fun person. Good talker.

Hamlet’s Ghost

Hamlet moves brilliantly
through his own mind.
    He is a train
    a vehicle into
    unknown tunnels –
flashing lights can’t
    stray or distract
There is nothing pretty
    inbetween the
    living and dead.
    nothing to judge
No more cloudy minds –
    but enhance the
    intensity – and mystery
    of the end – of this
Into deep contemplation
    with Hamlet.

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