Above, A Thousand Eyes
J
James McLain
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Thousands of pin prick lights
eyes, above, everywhere I look.
they are, Watching me.
Harder down they stare, Fumble
in the shower is the water, hot or cold.
I feel some thing, looking down, incompatible.
These feeling go back along long ways.
Window eyes, they shop, goods are never bought.
The mannequins do talk amongst themselves,
when you are gone.
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