' ' ' ' ' ' ' Off The Wall(For Onelia)

A man emerged from a wall stood there halfway in & halfway out froze when he saw me: “Sorry! ” he said “I’m not used to being dead! ” “And it’s hard To get use to this kind of travel.” “Usually only little kids notice me & smile.” “Ask their Mams if they can go play with the man in the wall! ” “And their Mams give them a smack and say don’t do that...you’re freaking me out! ” “Ouch! ” the kids say. “I’m a poet! ” I explained. “Ahhh...that would explain it! ” He laughed. “You’re just as likely to make me up even if I didn’t exist.” “It’s odd to exist on this level of non-existence! ” “I’m sure you will get used to it in time.” “Oh...I’m sure I will...I will but Time is so immaterial to me now! ” “Just need a little more practice at being a ghost.! ” “Listen...could ya be a real pal and pull me outta this wall! ” “I’m very betwixt & between at the moment.! ” I asked him if he would like to go and have a cappuccino. So we sat at an outside table (it was such a lovely day) he & me. He living his death I living my dying. People saw me talking and gesticulating to my self but they passed it off thinking I was a poet.