They used to throw lamps at walls
to get my attention. Deep at night
or sometimes daily they would
yabber incessantly in protest
of each other and my inhabitance.
Taunting, grabbing my feet, dragging
me under the bed, kicking and
screaming. Or pinning me up or
painting sinister messages of
confusion, vadalising my peace.
Pesky petrifying polergeists
polarising everything. These days
I hover on the ceiling staying out
of the way. Accepting what they do
and say but not being haunted.
That cannot happen without my
permission. Now that I understand
these apparitions; these mere