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This is what 12 PM looks like

Waking up on the wrong side of the pillow

The hungry husky licks my face

Slobbering over my eyes already shut by the sandman

But I allow the lone wolf to love

Knowing that my stale breath is probably worse than his

And that I am all he now has



You’re already done with half of your day

I haven’t even begun mine

Desolate days turn into abandoned evenings

As your rat race world cages you in an ad-infinitum maze

Searching for that slice of Swiss you can smell

But will never taste



My November nights often conclude with

A shot of Yukon Jack

While barking at the moon

I’m used to this Arctic circle our love is in

You returning from work at the exact second when

I’m about to go out and bleed on that stage

But if it was up to me

All of the forest would be in flames

And as the fire danced from tree to tree

I would shelter myself in one of the many tunnels

Lodged deep in the very bottom of your iceberg heart



We used to hunt and play as a pack

But puppylove is never perpetual

My teeth haven’t been red for many meals

I haven’t spoken a word to you in weeks

And lately my eyes have been blind to many suns

The spiders crawl about my face

And as I pluck their legs off one by one, I whisper:

“She loves me…she loves me not”

“She loves me…she loves me not”



This is what midnight feels like

Tucking myself into my comfortable casket

Already 6 feet underground

The hungry husky kisses me goodnight

And closes the lid