One particular night <br />I was drifting like an aimless breeze <br />And walked into a 24 hour grocery store; <br />I saw a raven-haired woman <br />In a long black dress <br />Purchasing cigarettes and mints. <br />I failed to speak to her <br />But was strangely obsessed <br />By her existence. <br /> <br />Breathing with uneasy curiosity, <br />I followed her down the summer midnight street <br />To a dark residence of illicit mystery; <br />I saw her exchange a secret sign <br />With a motorcycle hood <br />With a dragon tattoo <br />Branded upon his throat. <br /> <br />I also attempted to enter <br />This foreboding lair <br />By imitating the secret sign, <br />But the leather jacket <br />Attached to the motorcycle <br />Put a knife to my heart and said, <br />“There are a lot of ways <br />To be discovered dead, <br />Find a different one than this tonight.” <br /> <br />I then journeyed <br />To the nearest bar <br />To commiserate with a gentle alcoholic <br />Who was also taking his time to expire.<br /><br />Uriah Hamilton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/uneasy-curiosity/
