MOVING RED KNIFE
I was in the red when I drew the blade
I felt him coming up from behind
turned and sliced, missing by a stomach-swoop
intake of breath and he ran off.
Guiltily.
Stress quickly puts me in the red
as I have been many times
on the inside, looking out of reformatories
demanding better behaviour in society.
TOO LONELY TO MAKE SENSE - AGELESS POETRY - DADA 