Becoming the Evil Dog

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    Becoming the Evil Dog

    Over and over the night plays on this page. I’m in my head… “I’m in love with a scarlet whore”… She teaches me these nightly lessons… A beast I’ve become!!!  Many faces shining in the moon’s light paint an image of myself which is false when held to the light…

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    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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