Japanese Jabberwocky

where we lived the road was called onitaka or tall ghost little wonder we have so many hair raising experiences after the 12 strokes of night Jabberworky, Jabberworky tale lone night walk on Onitaka (tall ghost in Japanese) Shimousa Nakayama, Chibaken back to the haunted house - we did not know until told - where we lived with them for two quiet years - japanese jabberworky ghosts - an old man and woman - penniless - killing themselves and we were sleeping on where they had laid, as they bade the world goodbye, cold like stones, but did they leave, fly away, jabberworkies? they were there. the two who kept the days in numbers, who even foretold my life - two lives which had ended - or did they? - telling the living how his life would be? what a Jabberworky dream it was? stretching their hands and fingers into my life - but then how accurate they were - -i wouldnt amount to much....almost a stamp, their words turn out to be after 30 years japanese jabberworkies using numbers to get to the nitty gritty of my life and how good their prediction was! two hair raising japanese jabberworkies how easy they had worked to tell this fragile poet he would not have the numbers to boast about and they had surely meant the savings account - japan where when you have no money your legs and feet cannot take you anywhere even two jabberworkies who had gone away from the world were still caught up with figures - the all important notes and yen the two jabberworkies - they were discovered when they were rotting, hadnt eaten for days. Jabberworkies they were, numerologist of the excellent kind.... a table like the one you do your word puzzle only that they have more squares, and each with a number, criss crossing numbers, an ocean of life pinned down to its very penny's worth the very art that could have seen the jabberworkies through the cold damp winter but then perhaps they too had unravelled the secrets, seen the figures that told them where they would be here, now and then? jabberworky ghosts walk the lane of the mind haunting every inch of the real world heavy the air became after the secret about them was given us - the Japanese woman who always came over to borrow money - could not hold her tongue anymore - and everything in the house suddenly became cold - like corpses - so that even taking a shower was done in seconds with the hair raising....despite the water Jabberworkies - the two knew me to the bones, yesterday, today, the next 50 years unperturbed of the world of light, seen and unseen they shared with me the art of seeing the future, numbers in a puzzletable so easily forgotten after we woke up to the world where real numbers matter jabberworky ghosts...they have been wandering penniless, meritless... wishing somebody would come to their needs, sharing their prayers, affording them a better realm where they would not be bothered by figures, yen or yuan, anymore jabberworkies..all those hotel rooms where they walk on lonely dinghy verandahs, corridors, disturbing our souls, straying into our path in the dead of nights for some warmth they could not never have jabberworkies..the way out of their claws...is to have your deities sleep with you, ..jabberworkies...i prayed for some of them...giving them merits jabberworky children tales, jabberworky. jabberworky, a bird flies into the house at midnight, pays homage to the crsytal buddha and flies out so steadily as if it has imbued full confidence of a fine reincarnation... no more jabberowrky, jabberworky... and yeh i am looking to the next Japan trip were i would go visit ghost to see if the jabberworky numerologists are still there after 30 years, using numbers to help new tenants see their own lives - japan where you dont have the figures in your savings, you would be better off as two ghosts wanderiing helplessly in a house seeking to figure out the world - for us