Lost Dogs

by William Taylor Jr.

Lost Dogs

The terror of this night
this heavy sadness

my poems fail
in the face of this
my words buckle
beneath its weight

I press my face against the darkness
I talk to the void
I sing songs with suicides
I argue with the dead

I am lonely for the people
I meet in my dreams

yet the comfort of sleep
stinks too much of death

the world outside
like posterpaint
on cardboard

peeling away in flakes

scraps of paper
scotchtaped
to streetlamps everywhere

in search of
lost dogs
that will never be found.

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Authors bio: My work has appeared widely in the small press over that last decade and has been nominated for a Pushcart Prize. I am the author of 5 chapbooks of poetry, the most recent being Knowing Most Things Break from Like A Dog Press.

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