One red eye,
The other green,
He blinks at me to say,
"Here I am.
I'm watching you,
So, careful how you play."

And if the weather's very hot,
Or if I chance to sweat,
I will have become
Those names he called me,
Though I don't know it yet.

Nor can I ever comprehend
The patterns I can't see,
Gutted by the ancient ones
And rutted here by me.

Or maybe the red eye stops me.
Maybe the green eye knows
When to spur me to a trot
While Red Eye tells me, "Whoa."

And maybe those eyes that watch me
Cause me to act upon
The rudiments of my existence
That are preordained.

Or maybe I'm just dazed,
Sitting in my car
At the drive-thru ATM.

-jenn