No regrets about throwing <br />Cut-throat razors in the air, <br />And catching them in my teeth, <br />Such has been my life-long remedy <br />For the itch of boredom. <br /> <br />True, the risk is there <br />To miss, just that once, <br />And I would have minutes to reflect. <br />But better bleeding swiftly <br />As the result of error <br />Than plodding the safety road <br />Where the grass is the same colour <br />On both sides of the dry-stone dyke. <br /> <br />I have the tribal markings <br />Denoting my creed; <br />A notch on cheek, and jowl <br />When I haven't got it quite right, <br />Where the blade has missed the throat, <br />But has left it's impression <br />Nonetheless.<br /><br />Robert Wylie<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/tribal-markings/
