Ghost Ship Sightings

Tonight, we freez.
The soulless stare from the glass reflections
is the city itself,
sliding through the stale air.
Sucking air from steel frames,
sucking air through iron lungs.
The city breathes,
pulling oxygen, and short circuits.
The sun falls to its lowest,
the early morning hours target.
I am sinking through your doors.
Iam drifting through you windows.
We built this up to simplify our lives,
as hazed victims of modern visions.
And the possessive fear of dying alone is
supplanted to drift in the dead air.
You are safe in your kitchens.
You are safe in your covers.
You'd never see me coming.
Were the lights in the hall on?
Who turned the lights in hte hall on?
I am the electric eyes.
I am the letters in signs.
I will never find you.
Red shades in a blue-lit tomb.
Arched bodies frozen like statues.
The sky's rust is the wall around us.