Nocturne

Vandal Poem of the Day: October 17, 2019

I am a dog wrestling with a big bloody heart
whose valves flub to the very suck of hell.
Light-footed night and by night welcomed.
Scuffing trees, I am sudden.

Paws upon windowsills, bark rattling citizens inside their turn,
sleeping, sweat-naped, unsuspecting.
If they catch a flash of froth-terrible jaws
in moonlight, they will have taken the present I left.

Taught on night’s perch, another moon brights away.
Here’s to run where no streets usurp rash brambles.
Here’s to find my outer heartland
where small stars hang before the punch is thrown.

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