chopready
Don't Look Here
I looked all night for the things
Which were always there
Hoping to bear witness with
My innocent stare
Looking for prizes or something rich
Caught my attention
Just before it switched
The pleasant haze turned murky
The bushes sprouted knives
A bearded woman screamed
A pretty woman leaned on the horn
Another and another woman leaped
Then left the one in a heap
Myself, running, no longer innocent
Guilty of looking away
JM
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