The  poet  dreams  so  he  cannot  let  you  go.

I  feel  it  breathe  deep  and  slow.

Feed  and  watch  the  black  dog  grow.

Feed  him  smoke  and  feed  him  wine.

Feed  him  lust  and  love  and  lies.

Taste  the  violence  in  his  throat.

Stare  right  down  the  cursed  hole.

Of  the  showdows  he  is  heir.

In  your  heart  he  makes  his  lair.

Cerberus.  I  dub  you  pain.

Three-headed  fiend.

A  heart  in  chains.  Shadowed  sustained.

The  poet  feeds  with  the  black  dog  at  his  throat.

So  swallow  hard,  force  it  down.

From  the  beast  reclaim  your  crown.

Brick  him  off  and  seal  him  up.

Tell  yourself  the  coffin＇s  shut.

Lightning  flash  and  thunder  roll.

Grumbling  sky  it  clears  it＇s  throat.

Pray  the  storm  will  keep  at  bay.

That  not  dead  but  locked  away.