I'm not sure if this is in my head, but- <br />today a man talked to me <br />in rehearsed tones; <br />legs as thin as the cigarette <br />hanging limp from lips that pout, <br />blue jeans cut-off shirt, <br />pocket square with the pack of afore mentioned cigs, <br />sandy hair <br />shifting blue eyes that noticed the close proximity <br />of other people, <br />eyes that took it all in, <br />assessed the situation, <br />poised in waiting, <br />it is all planned out; <br />ready to steal, ready to rape. <br /> <br />So lock the windows, <br />bar the doors- <br />keep the dog nearby! <br />tell someone where you are <br />because soon you'll be found <br />in a blue tarp deep in the woods <br />by a german shepard <br />trained to sniff out the scent of death, <br />and they will find wild warnings, <br />frantically written, <br />a license plate number even, <br /> <br />and you watch <br />as a red chevy pulls slowly away, <br />and today you are not in it.<br /><br />Ayn Timmerman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/phobia/
