Sunday, June 28, 2015

mr. dog.

hi, i'm worming my way through the dirt
and eating all i can see.
i am in the middle of the street.

what bird dropped me? a night bird.
the sun doesn't shine when he's around- a hawk
with red wings and quartz eyes.
it was i who taught him to fly.

it was he i took for his walks. now,

we work at two different speeds.
and shame on me.
i do not grieve.

you bastard. you bastard. i didn't say i was through.