keeping tabs

Another ghost came a night ago,
Quietly sitting next my desk
Pulsating like the air itself,
I turned to view this apparition
And it simply slid like fog
Towards the wall and was gone;
These things were mainly for my childhood,
But still appear from time to time-
Not haunting me, but just
Checking in on occasion,
Like some school time friend,
Keeping tabs on reality, on perception,
On the very differences life creates
As one ages and is sure
To become apathetic towards reality itself.

In reality, no apparition may have been there,
But I was listening to Rachmaninoff,
Sipping vodka and reading bukowski –
When life is so beautiful
What you see and don’t see
Is really of no consequence.