Ghost, Spirits, Caspers; keep them in your sock

Tonight I saw your ghosts,

dense dirty windowpane spirits,

smooth night lake terrors,

naked and translucent

against foggy

sky misting.

Keep your caspers to yourself;

I have my own-

dark light dancing

over ceilings,

under foot,

making a mess

of a good thing

like sleep.

Wake with migraines

and neck pains,

knots under shoulder

blades hot against

leg skin concealed

beneath wool socks.