the night blackens
yesterday with 
its stormy sobs,
with dreams
of two hearts 
warring…
gnawing as 
rabid dogs
a heart that 
loves the harder 
also plunders 
and with its 
deceit and 
sweet kisses 
takes us under
unrecognizable,
like a bony 
kaleidoscope...
it’s best to part 
from puppy shit
before the growls, 
before the silence, 
before the scowls
you may never 
know the traumas
a lover harbors 
and all it’s 
cheap shots 
by then 
no god 
or earnest friend 
could stop 
the autonomous hand, 
the untamable tongue, 
or the masochistic
maniacal heart…