in the moonlight a
dog barks out of of boredom like
an insomniac's cry in the night,
(we are all in our own way
helpless, hopeless, and without
a preacher or prayer)
-
oh winter weather do not leave me,
putrid sun recede, perceive me
as one of the creatures
you burnt alive- I'm buried
eight feet deep under
an ashen snow
-
july sadness, five-hour flights,
will leave me all alone.
bare feet, summertime shakes,
don't leave me all alone.
-
can't you tell, child?
the petty human dilemma
persists
-
the rhythmic drum of teardrops,
the temple throb, dull and echoing,
purple-clenched mallet fists,
deprived and depraved scream for
oxygen in the optimist's brain,
jagged nails dragged bloody across
ribs, chapped lips impaled by a kiss,
We are run dry
by Love
