SLICK CRACKED GLASS SPECTERS
bony specters rose
up from smoldering splintered coffins
made of black ancient wood.
specters gray, shimmering with
shrouded faces, misshapen heads,
soundless in the wispy mists.
thick dull bleary-edged apparitions
floating listlessly through swirling
spaces in the swelling smoking night.
slick cracked glass specters & me
me alone, pressed helpless against
the cold windowpane, staring
confused & needing to know.