Hounds – May 2022

Redemption lies beneath the sunset
Tied to a dog’s tail
Unable to reach
Unable to float
Shoebox of tricks
Draining the colour out of my eyes and face
Shuffled cards under my thumb
Table colder than a look in the mirror
One small wish
To have hounds instead of numbers
Another opportunity to lose more than I’d bet

Pills and inverse pills
A battle between empty straw houses
Sound of the moon dropping
Silver-haired guardian gets up
Draw blood, draw fantasies
Feathered young soldiers,
Laced into the clouds,
Pumps a new strange heart
For misery to join in equal hand