Short poems

Danger Man

Danger Man


Don’t dare to care for a danger man on the whim of a careful “I can.”

You can’t.

You won’t.

You’ll be the scapegoat.

It might be fun hun, cut throat with a two gun hip tote.

But when you cry real stop – he won’t.

The roleplay man on the other hand.

Crucified dead pan all gagged up and tied down shares his what why’s and when you’re upside down.

He’s your people.

You’re his town.

Ā© G.P Williamson 2018