Todays dog


Barks at bicycle wheels

And passer by

There is asphalt

In my hair

And I’m

Becoming the road

Life never felt this way

Before

There are barbed wire

Leaves

On the trees

And the middle

Of the park

A stone

Man

And a woman

Carved from ice

Two human beings

Locked in an eternal

Battle

For the Minds of men…



This road is not made of wood

Or stone

Its made of

The bones

Of empty

Corpses

Butterflies

Are drawn

On my skeleton

And they drift

On the wind

Like delicate
Ideas…