The Hounds Only Hiss by Lymon Willis

the hounds only hiss by lymon willis

stretching their tales and their wings
over moonlit advertisements
creeping through houses their hounds only hiss
and every family has one though every door is barred
and boys and girls are ruled by them
they are mocked by them and scarred

hiding in the wardrobe

they've lost sight of their gods
come back to the place where i was born
the oldest men with the stupidest books
they're like kids
and everybody's got one though all its bones may be charred
nostalgia rips the prints from your fingertips
and the best of times are hard

gliding through your screendoor

step into silver a gelatin world
get your fingers burned by beautiful girls
you have no hindsight or compass
you're a hopeless ne'er-do-well
johnny, go get your Rollei
it's loaded with 12 shots
do yourself a favour kid and go loose em off

flexing their sails and their fins
over sunlit advertisements
sneaking through the swimming pools where cats only piss
and every family has one though every door is barred
and girls and boys are screwed by them
marked by them and jarred

you can edit them in the evening son
and you won't feel half so lost