Dog Sticks
...like a dog stick
they toss your soul
into water snake cold lakes
fakes
getting rocks on and off
watching you retrieve
hope
hopelessness
for Christ's sake.
Those bouncing blue balls of hate
mad stars they are
shine sucking parasites
watching an arm churning
sleep-deprived moth-man
chasing dog sticks
into blood-blotted froth
while filling lemonade glasses
with scorpion piss.
Someday I'll burn that dog stick
and singe their paper-tongued promises.
5-4-21
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