Black Dog

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

An Exorcism of sorts. For Kimbo

The night's dark light steels
The haggard breath of wind
That chills the bitter winding fog
That saps all will to start again

A melted yellow clock tocks
And chimes the hours demise
Sleep is wide eyed in abstinence
As corpse trees scratch the sky

There was a fragrant forgotten time
When cherry blossoms and apple pies
Leapt and danced in clouded plumes
And drowned the jagged roaring cries

Ah, love's last remembered fling
The secret smiles and salicious sighs
That soared and sang on drizzled nights
Now just blackened ice in frozen rhymes

This waste of words that clatters
Out from silent ragged keyboards
In aimless directions that decompose
And fall rotted on deafened floors

Spittle spatter
The old man cackles
The bluebird flies away
All memory shorn
In a crown of thorns
As the raven greets the day.

The black dog twists and turns
In a wakeful frighted sleep
Remembers howls to a bloodied moon
And things it could not keep

The sands that cannot be caught
But stick in cracks and sores
A dinner plate that is always burnt
And a wine glass that forever falls.


Submitted: June 09, 2020

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hullabaloo22

A somber read, Paul, but so well written!

Tue, June 9th, 2020 6:01pm

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Thx Hully

Sun, October 25th, 2020 12:52pm

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