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Dog River
Turning stream slips down the hill
Spun with cattails and dead leaves
Silken fur turns under the water
Lilly soaked paws spinning
Turning through the water
Heads down and forceful strokes
They seem to be melting…
Hair like green moss, waving.
Swimming down,
Under the stream…
The river of dogs.
Churning down,
Forcing through wind whispers,
And in this place I would surely drown.
Dark Dogs
The dream sucks my insides out
While I toss and turn inside myself
Walking down the cracked sidewalk
I mumble to myself and talk
Crass noises inside this place
Crashing and clanking
Cold Stone air whishing by my ear
Empty looks on the blond in pink suite
Strings her pearls around her wrinkled
Neck as she hangs, eyes dark and bleak.
In her life… I imagine blankness
Drops dark splashes at my feet
I feel a start
At my name, slashed out in the air
Receive my warm drink
Brown sugar crystals dropped in
A swirl of desperate sweetness in bitter flair
Swine white skin
Drips out into the sun
Out the door, light brings clarity
Dancing
on my Stage...
Black
and white movie
Drifts like water
Over my body...
Smoke
Raising
Claws
Towards
a hidden salvation...
Clipping projector
Empty ashen theater
Shadows of
Sunken
Eyes,
Bleeding
Lips...
And 9 mils...
All over my skin…
In the quiet strobe light...
Twisting,
Mad
Cobra...
I'm drunk
On my reality...
Drifting between
Space
Falling
Time
Kisses
At my feet
Only to fade
Your voice in my head...
Dead whisper
To
shriek.
Rambling on the end
of a wave,
that crashes into my thoughts and coughs
up my words
spits them out like Pisces on the shore...
I saw you in seaweed, tangled and alone.
There was an odd sultan in your kiss...
that took me to where the mystery
drifted in lust.
Sand spoke in tongues
a flame in my black eyes...
remembering back when you
drifted like a scar in the hospital
shouting and clinging to me
sticky, sickly floor.
Screaming when you wrote me
that letter in the belting sun...
like my father's glare of disappointment..
It's left there inside of me,
A rare sense of guilt...
buried in the sand like shit.
Watching you there you know
where it is,
Handing me a shovel,
like a gun to my head,
I pull you into my net
as I would have wished to have
pulled the trigger.
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