10 March 2010

Ghosts In The Window

Standing there,
alone and surrounded,
with the slosh of tea
sounding loud above the music

he wonders

if really, those ghosts
in the glass
with the headlights
shining through them

are people

and it is those
on this warm side
of the pane who
are the ghosts

standing, alone

he felt himself
without substance
giving the lie
to a full belly

looking up,
staring into hollow eyes
frozen to be noticed
he stops breathing

he, the ghost, blinked first.


  1. The last stanza and the last line... wow! I love this.

  2. There is nothing more eerie than the slosh of tea on a dark, creepy night. Especially when you're not drinking tea.

  3. reminds me of my favorite Counting Crows song, Round Here...something about ghosts, windows, fog....it is such a powerful image and then, that last line...mmmmmmm perfect punch IG!!

  4. Ahh yes Irish.
    Two many times have I been the ghost and yet I still cast a shadow.
    I scare myself sometimes.

  5. I think there are days when I question my own substance.

  6. Great poem. Is it published? (it should be)


"Let your laws come undone
Don't suffer your crimes
Let the love in your heart take control..."

-'The Hair Song', by Black Mountain

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