Dogs with Wings

Dogs with Wings

Call off the dogs
For Godsakes
Because the dog truth is
I’ve been dragged through mud
Left with a stain on my pants
As they danced around
With protruding beer bellies
And stilettos strapped to their belts
Cobweb cleaning my space
Until there was nothing left to do
But pray beseechingly
To dogs of deliverance
While its obvious
That I’m a mad dog
Who’ll howl to the moon
Night after night.

© Salem Islas-Madlo 2009

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