vomit the sun

you walk over there
track breadcrumbs for your peace of mind
you walk over here
but that black dog follows behind

it’s fine, it’s fine
you have no need of tears
maybe skol more wine
let these last hours pine
away in another empty bind

you walk over here
are you out of your mind
you walk over there
the black dog follows you blind

also the dreams find you
unbidden, undoable
so you roll them up, dear boy
tuck them under your skin
follow your bottles back to bed

you stagger nowhere
in the corridors of the mind
& the black dog is there
you’re so goddam happy
you could vomit the sun

by TONY SINGLE
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