DOGS THAT LOVE THE RAIN

Photo by Tadeusz Lakota on Unsplash

Happiness, a summer fleeting,
Gone, like sunshine after rain,
Misery, so-near-completing.
Winter’s grip remains.

…..

Death of friends leaves us diminished,
I fear we do not grasp at all.
How needy men just crave a respite,
Want the clocks to stop, is all.

……

Footsteps in the snow deceiving
Whiskey priests dream Magdalenas
Drunk at noon, asleep, forgetting,
Dig a grave in air, or Moon.

……

Do not lie so-closely, children,
Alm-house works for tramps who choose
To be the man who sings divinely,
Who loves the dogs, who dare not lose.

…….

Whine when April zephyrs blow.
Golden, blue eyes, genes-decided,
Stranger than you seem, or know.

……

Drunk or sober, charm the picture
Of an ease that cannot come.
Men still plead from deeply rooted,
Musicians’ violins in tune;
Music rises, never waivers,
Cast your lots and read your runes.

……

Human graves, already heaving,
Overburdened, sunk by time,
Death’s a mistress, we’re her servants,
Hits you like a bullet train.

Almost Satisfied by Noah Hall & Whiskey Priest (2014-05-06 ...

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