you might be
'oh yeah?'
in a poem,
I said. with
the lights flashing
by, not
the cops but
a sign
proclaiming
something about
shoes changing
red, red
green, red, switch.

the things
that come out
came out of
my mouth,
I hope they
don't fly
back in.  
'cos
I just
may
want to
keep
those
golden eyes
for
a while.