“Yo, Pops! I made it. Do you see me? I look just like you now. I got a girlfriend! She treats me better than I do. I think I lo-.”

How hard it is, to lie. To point blame on my brothers…the puppies, so young…why are we pointing blame on each one? Like we didn’t share the same milk…Like our water is thicker than blood—how long will we hold our veins by the throat and yell, “HELP! HELP! IT WAS HIM, HIM! I DIDN’T DO-.” But you did. I did. We did.

Origin—orbited position, how did you get there? Pointing clocks—Glocks at me, clockwork…is it time to die? No, you’ll point at me. I’ll point at him. We’re  walking black  dogs.

Oh, how toxic the dog pound is. So many little black dogs wanting revenge…

dancing around as  time  flies

by.

please..no more? little black dog’s chasing me…can i outrun him? can i be free of him..nightmare-please don’t come to make love with me tonight. the scars are finally starting to heal..let me go! please..just..let me go. i can’t breathe- my heart is thumping hard but slow. perfect position-perfect posture and yes an opening will show but this is rehearsed. i lean and curl together, holding myself close to beat to make sure im not imagining my full heart. mimicking me is all you do, silencing my screams all they see is a little black dog barking. what for? you’d answer, “he’s just looking for attention. like his brothers. maybe he’ll find one to hump, make love and beat heads to the thumping of his heart. in unison we meet, we run. we fall. we run. we stop. we run. we drop. ankles tired of weights…running is all for freedom.

that  we  dream  of.