Monday, August 3, 2009

A Black Dream

a black bird
from the bathroom window
into my bare hands it flew
i grabbed it
wringing its neck
with my bare I hands slew
bleeding all over the place
on the landing
where waited a hungry dog
i threw
my wife watched me
screaming
it was a dream
unreal
i woke up
at 3 am
is true
a black dream
beyond my imagination
as a bleeding poem
it grew
sharing my
angst
my experience
with each one of you
from the frying pan
back into the stew
a pagan poignancy
as if on cue
satanic stupor
giving the devil his due

to dale hyde

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