Dogs days down (2012)

Dog Days Down

In

The hole

With all my kinfolk,

we plot,

We scheme; more money,

less money,

sweat up your shoelaces until the big bell rings

Calling all us sinners

Back to the copper altar

Inside the brown church house.

Dog Days bleed

into

the apocalyptic sunset

Leaving us blue in the anxious evening tide.

Trying to pay the bills

piled on the dinner table

And

Not

Drink

Up

All the junk

They keep pouring

Down

The

Hole

We are all stuck in.

Dog Days leave me

Alone

With my messy thoughts;

Webbed in Fear’s Holy chalice,

Shaking

The dream dust from my tiny kingdom of hope.

My Dog Days dive deep

Inside summer’s sweaty

Sunburned skin,

Looking,

Always searching

For

Some

Way

To show that the finest diamonds

Inside

My Lion-Heart

Are

Worth more than this wide wasted world will ever know.

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