By Angelica Arsan
Yeah - love’s a dog
A rabid, snarling dog
A stray dog rustling in
filthy trash bins, hunger-crazed
Eaten by
Scabies and vermin
And he does come from Hell
A backstreet Hell
littered with rotting garbage
Beer cans
Stinking of piss
Sour cum
Human failures
I walk every night down that street
Eyes full of tears, mouth echoing
with unsaid words
And pass by the dog
Neither of us
Acknowledging the other
Tonight
It hears me approaching
Turns its
drooling muzzle
Looks up at me
Its eyes are turquoise blue
And bright like diamonds
They heal my wounds
with scented ointments
Turns my tears into
Drops of rain
Love’s a dog
A crippled Mangled dog
Licking the bites on your heart
For more from Angelica check out her poem Kentish Town
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