Another Visit by the Black Dog


Another Visit by the Black Dog


just a downslide when no hills exist

a deep troubling ending

for a life never begun.

I visit the oven’s open mouth

more often than not

Sylvia’s got nothing on me

I the deflated ball she never bounced.

Coward I bounce to a dead mirror

I’ve knotted the rope

but my hands disobey my heart

my mind forever tortured echoing coward.