If Your Eyes Jog Away Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Please don’t go away and marry
The mortician—I have been in his rafters,
And the black widow spiders tell me he is no good for you—
I am dead, but I am Casper the friendly ghost—
You are looking right through me now,
Your eyes are s@xy legs; they jog right through me—
There you go jogging through the heavy rain—
See how you make the trees sad, because you won’t
Say your name, nor tell me what your first word was—
Please don’t go away from my lonely University,
Even if I am a ghost and your eyes, s@xy legs run
Right through me—
I am Casper the friendly ghost and we can sit
At your front door and let you get out of the rain—
We can sing songs together, even if I sold all
My albums to get my soul back from S-tan—
I can sit in the same spot you sit, and go inside of
You, and sing the songs that you sing from your lips—
I can know you, if you let me, and live a warm
Afterlife within, inside the u-bend of your left ear—
I have been in your lover’s home, and it is no place
For the living.
The black widow spiders have told me—
Even though I am dead, I am Casper the friendly
Ghost, and I can sit with you out of the rain or you
Can watch it come down right through me,
If your eyes jog away—