Seeing The Red Flags Poem by Randy McClave

I saw all the red flags
And then I also saw the red tags,
But, I still went
As though they were a reservation sent.
I heard the music playing
Then I looked and I saw her swaying,
Then I saw and heard her accuse and then laugh
She became a demon full of wrath.
I had met a woman with different faces
Walking with different paces,
I saw her with different colored hair
To which I did stare.
Then I saw her gorging on food
Then I saw her changing her mood,
And then I heard her curse
From a sudden outburst.
I then saw her doing magic tricks
She looked for wedding rings for fun and kicks,
Then instead of guessing a person's weight
She instead would guess who they did hate.
I saw her entertaining other males
When they were looking at other females,
Then in the twinkling of an eye
I then saw her mysteriously cry.
I saw her in shock and fear
Then like a magician she made stuff disappear,
Then I saw her make a fist
And accused someone that didn't exist.
I saw all those red flags once more
Then I quickly headed out the door,
Then as I sat down and I began to mull
I truly thought, that I was at a carnival.

Randy L. McClave