AN ODE TO STEVE GONSALVES; GHOST HUNTER
Oh, to your eyebrows and New England ways
Your serious tone and fear of
…Everything…
But ghosts.
Sweep me into your darkened night
And let me hold your EMF detector.
You eyes glow so bright through infrared cameras
You organize the technical equipment
Like my heart strings
Please rescue me from my spiritless life
And lets hunt through soggy basements
together.
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