Save yourself

Rabid, ferocious dogs snarl

against the world hunting them,

they bite the ankles,

they break your legs

to keep you in chains,

they blur of their miasmata

the stars too.

And thus it’s the dawn

but it’s already deep night,

with no awakening

if you don’t go far away

if you don’t open your eyes

except for desire

they make seem like a wolf

the tender father

whom you’d want to love

May 30, 2005