Dog On A Chain Press

to fight

to yield

to hold upright

and hammer upon without mercy, without fate

raised voices can not mistake the way these bones break

there is no silent gun

the target is beyond the sight

trying to hide behind a bloody white rag

hold your fire

let the heart beat it out of you darlin

limp from eternity

keep a lantern lit

this poem hunts itself into extinction

nothing is safe none perhaps the rabbits in their hole stand any chance at all

a foolish sense and fire striking near stone

what confronts us will be the very reason we have jes done

what we have indeed done

secrets that were never secrets to begin with

this poem is a rabid savage calling out the jackal

without any idea why and only meat in the hands.

the slightest of doubt

and here we are sitting at the bar

thinking out loud

aren’t we all so hungry

there is plenty of loneliness to be found

reaching out for the faded light

or

following her walk across the room

in need of every bit of every bite

to keep a dream fulfilled

with the fat in my teeth

sucking out the very sweat

that comes from in between the breast, the legs, the lips

the spit

the grit

right where her ass gets deep

and we settle

for yet

jes one more-

Mat Gould