Ghost Soup

Ghost Soup

Limp memories sulk like cabbage in a soupy evening
translucent but dim and tasteless
dull as someone elses old chums
the ones who holidayed in sporty days
smile pleasantly but have nothing else to say
beyond recalling a jaunt
getting drunk on a beach
Oh for a bit of scotch bonnet
a feisty gloves off fight about anything
a bit of arch flirting or discussion of a book
I mention poetry and they all look
polite