The wild dogs keep barking.
The fence is wide open.
And my last mistake,
I thought it was just hoping
That things might go my way
If I stuck to tropes,
Glued my past together
Through kaleidoscopes and jokes.
My friends fall in love,
Dropping on one knee.
I wish them well.
I hope that I always stay free,
Yet these vulgar thoughts consume me:
I crave who’s not allowed,
Who I cannot tie down
In rings and wedding vows.
No, I don’t need your crown
For being the most foul.
The dogs chase me down my street,
Blood dripping from their mouths.
***
Can I feign innocence
If I swear I haven’t burned
A single dotted line yet?
Is there space for regret?
Not feeling loneliness
Must be a curse, not a blessing,
A terrible omen,
Proof I’m sick and I’m broken.
Take your fairest shots,
Gnash your teeth at dawn.
Tear me apart before it’s too late,
Just tear me apart.
-J
The Daily Writing of Jackie Wright 