Mister Janes

Blood erupts in needle spats.
A dandelion of drama from the quaking hand's back.
Scalpel, erect, impaling mister Janes.
Pale faced and stunned, the boss gasps in shock,
in the silent moment before he feints.
Serves him right for trading pains.
A chat too far for Mister Janes.

© Mark Sheeky. Permission is required for reproduction.