Ghosts

I remember the jumps of Evel Kneaval.

And there was once a cheese with a living weevil.

Never a week without receiving a tearful ear full.

And constant 'news' of cataclysmic upheaval.

I'd remember a lot more with quiz show retrieval, 

But (frankly) this would just return me to the cheese and weevil.

To see life as pointless, may be the lesser evil.

A cloud of fleeting dreams; ultimately primeval.