One point twenty-six seconds

Red moon lurks

over my shoulder.

watching every 
hasty move,

matching 
every 
reckless 
dart,

catching 
every 
clumsy 
dive.

dashing across 
empty streets, 
passing through 
vacant yards-

no evasion,

no fast car,
no train, no 
plane escape!

even indoors

red moonbeams

seek, and find me

holding on 

to lunacy.

-dp-
7-2-12