Monday, August 01, 2016

Dogs At My Heels - Poetry by Sam Freek

Dogs At My Heels

Been out in the rain too long
Followed by the obscene
I go to work on the wrong path
It's a pleasure to meet you
Listening to a masterpiece

We all rise up only to crash
Finding the numb amusing
Small yellow faces smile back
Dogs at my heels
I run and never look back

Last day of my holidays
After seven years
Shameless and wild
Things seem out of control
Hop on and enjoy the ride

Passages fill with the mundane
Trashy senseless and unlawful
Splashing about in the gutter
I see home and find a cat
Then everything grinds to a halt

Author: Sam Freek

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