Prizom Poem by James McLain

Hired out Bird's.
What they see is your everything.
Lovers lane in the head lights.
Unconsciously,
you have touched the very spot that.
Draws attention to the fact.

Are you one of them that looks out for?
The needle sharp is sticking out.
Moist and wet on the seat is a sign of.
Every one who rides the bus is.
Only those of unsound mind,
think that they can get away with it.

Others don't want to get involved.
They do nothing on the subway as,
her hand slides into his pocket and begins.
His embarrassment is incomplete
then she stops and starts.
The motion of the moving train is strong,
as she stands up, he begins to move away.