Lurking

Indignant, indigent, and indistinct,
A man waits on the sidewalk, watching you.
You watch him back, his eyes a blinding blue,
His hair like cartoon lions, badly inked
(You noticed suddenly now, when he winked),
His face a mass of contradictions, true
As dying, false as winking. What you do
Depends on how fast you can move. You blinked.

Escaping, you find haven in a store
That sells lace undergarments, mostly black;
You look at what's left on the clearance rack:
Do you want those? You were all right before,
You'll be all right again. Try to ignore
The beggar in the window, staring back.