The Ghosts of Shade

no one sees them as the veils begin to shift and night falls ghosts begin their walk high heels tattered and worn down jeans stiff from two days wear jesus dangling between their breasts at the corner of a downturned mouth spit and a cigarette gather jittering and itching they rub their arms awaiting the next rush and run YEAH ! when the cops are around ? like rats they scamper and skitter into the shade will-o-wisp's they arrive and depart and into unknown destinations they travel for moments of ecstasy with new and old 'friends' the hours draw thin the air turns moist day is coming, and like vampires they withdraw to the shadow of light until the darkness echos once again