Every dog....

Your voice spake forth
from white gray plumes
of smoke that failed
to hide you

I saw your face
divined in lonesome
bottle-bottom prisms

Memories, like
maddened cubist dreams
remind me of your
Renaissance brush;
changing laws of physics
so we could occupy
the same space

I think you might
have joined me
in this hell
if I could have
walked beside you

Hades is your hometown
but you won't go back
alone

I once heard something
about dogs and days and
Suns and asses,
but if I remember right
it only lasts a day.

Our Mayday sun
snuffed by July snow
Fallen leaves uncovered
carcass strewn treetops.

It was never really
what it seemed to be.

Author's Note

Thought I'd dust off an old one I never published.

Reviews

[Marie Anzalone]

Temptation, she coems unbidden at times... and beckons us always to greet the wrong person in what we hope is more than temporary. But as you know, some are lost in their own hells, some would bring us there, or just bring it to us. I always feel sorry for those who only see the misery of life. I love your line about bottle-bottom prisms... it seems like such a sad truth about how these folks find us. When we truly ge tlonelym we start searching at the bottom of bottles, I think. This strike a sad and winsome note. Nice.

[tsisquaqua]

Well done.

[ganga ramesh]

good that you dusted it off!1 how else could anyone know that there was such a great piece by you?

loved it..especially your style..you create wonders man...you rock!!!

[Corset]

has it's day. Love this write, funny it mentions asses, lol, did I mention this write sticks me with straight pins? Favorite stanza :
"I think you might
have joined me
in this hell
if I could have
walked beside you

Hades is your hometown
but you won't go back
alone"
To that I say I would, I did, and i'm still there, lol. what an amazing write my friend. :)

[Kristallo]

This was very good, it's different from your normal style, in a charming, sort of surrealist way. That first stanza is just perfect, it reminds me of a tortured girl smoking a cigarette, her desperate face framed in great plumes of smoke.

"Memories, like
maddened cubist dreams
remind me of your
Renaissance brush"

This reminds me of the chaos in a Picasso portrait, the hardened planes of the face, great hollowed eyes and sharp lips that exhale all the emotive passions of a dream borne in cages. I don't know, it was brilliant, truly, and I really enjoyed all of it. Your imagery of hell and companionship was of particular interest to me, and the backwards play on seasons. This was enigmatic. Great write!

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~ exquisite imagery... and what a stunning piece of work... i especially loved the "changing laws of physics" stanza... and the end... ~ i find that the truth...no matter how excruciating it is...is empowering... ~ and... this post also teaches me a lot about self-deception and deception... ~ every time that i have forgotten that "clarity of thought" is my best friend, i have suffered immensely... ~ thank you for this post... it has precious life lessons embedded in it very skillfully... it's a treat to read your work... find all of 'em old pieces and post them... if you hide your talent, i'll get your government to issue a search warrant... and then confiscate your computer... and post all the poems that you've been hiding... :P