Window Shopping

The easier way to find a guy

You went window shopping
In the falling down warm rain.
Watching skinny rivulets rolling
Joining across the open clear pane.

You pass the red firecrackers,
Hot and always ‘bout to go off.
You pass the small golden flowers,
Quiet in their silent bright beauty.

As I sit there,
Tall and plain
Behind the glass.
I am thinking
Thinking-
You’d see right through me.

The things behind me
They look like gold,
But they’re just of coated brass.

You pass the emotional black guitars
Mourning loud as its strings start snapping.
You pass the overfull grey/blue briefcase-
The locks are breaking, so full with hundreds.

As I sit there,
Tall and plain
Behind the glass.
I am thinking
Thinking-
You’d see right through me.

You pass as I sit there-
Looking out with my tired blue eyes.
You take out your purse
And start the dollar paying.
But then I waken
Captured as your head is turning.

Window shattered
And I fall
Amongst the glass.
I am thinking
Thinking-
We should run away fast.