Sunday, February 14, 2016

Chasing the sun dog

The heart is a brittle beast
In flight, somewhere over the horizon
Where the sun sets in the west
And rises in the east

Every heart needs its wings
And desire to beat those fucking things
To stay afloat, to keep flying
To delay the hour of dying

For every heart that dares to fly
The prayers are floating in the sky
Like birds with wings of fire
That simply forgot to die

Now the rays fly like arrows
To penetrate thoughts and hearts
The shadow of the sun dog, on my face
Ready to chase another day

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Happy V Day, motherfuckers. 😘

3 comments:

  1. Excellent poem. Excellent postscript.

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  3. @Ak thanks for the comment, man. Always appreciated :)

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