Let The Dogs Out

September 27, 2025

Be a Poet ...

stop trying

to become one

give yourself up

to the sound

Within your lyrics

are so many

pleadings

feelings disjoint

and impound

Open the gate

and let out the dogs

the last fox

almost over

the hill

Scream

if you must

those whispers betrayed

until all that’s been empty

— is filled

(The New Room: September, 2025)

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