The Black Dog Chases Foxes
Freeform poetry from the introspective collection, Black Dog, that runs with a folkloric figure that is often associated with misfortune and used as a metaphor for depression. Black Dog looks at this figure and gives him a voice, letting him bark back at a society that’s already made up its mind about him.
The quick brown fox
jumps over the
Black Dog.
At his best, fated to befriend the hand of every man
to ever raise one to him,
the Black Dog gawps envious
at the first russet glance.
Bewildered as he heaves ponderous from the brier,
while the fox bounds weightless
to spell carnage in a red font midst the chooks,
then capers away
and tosses a wink,
the Back Dog marvels
at the fucking balls of it all.
The hand snaps his reverie in two
over his skull.
How could you?
Just look at what
you let them do.
The unhurried fox departs, unpursued,
but in his heart the Black Dog’s feet
are thundering.