There is a red man running
wild. He hides his horns
under different hats. He
can look like you or me.
He wraps his pointy tale
around his waist. He wears
a smiling face and waits until
we turn around before stabbing
us in the back. He is always
on the attack. The red man feeds
off innocence. He will try to make
a deal with you and take
your soul. The devil is in the details.
Some sign, in blood, without fail.
Show up to the meeting and kill
him with kindness. Illuminate
the darkness. He will ask you
to dance. Not a damn chance.
The red man lives inside all
of us, but it is up to us to trust
him or not. Now ask yourself:
Do I evict him or let him stay?
IN YOUR DREAMS POETRY 