14946 S. Bell Rd.
Lockport, IL. 60441
DOG EAT DOG
I ache like thunder tonight
and have no one to impart
it to but our dog
He's a good dog
Tough to others
and mellow with us
I feel sorry for him;
maybe jealousy
yes, jealousy
He always seems puzzled, confused
begs for food when someone's eating
lays on the rug when he's bored
sleeps when he wants
He's not confused, bewildered
or puzzled at all
this dog owns his world,
bites people he doesn't like
and moves on to what's next
Oh that dog life I need
capturing me I contemplate...
some call me the dog
I'm pretty close to
the way of
Murry
but don't think I'll
ever truly achieve it
I'll just continue to
let him out in the morning
and admire that puzzlement
'you dog' I think to myself
WALLS CREEPING AND KILLING THIS ROOM
I asked myself if anyone
had written anything about
me before
of course not
Maybe that's why I write
I like to write about
what catches my thought
at that moment
Like the fan in my room
it's about 95 degrees
outside with high relative
humidity
I don't know if thats'
a cousin to humidity or what
but I know it's hot and sticky
and my fan is stuck on the
wrong position
It's set to suck air out
of the room (a window unit)
rather than pull air into it
so now I have to fuck with it
and take it apart to set it
straight or break it so I
can buy a new one
Maybe that's why the people
in Pakistan and India are
irate... It seems all people
experiencing extreme heat
are pissed off
YOU AND I
I was lost at birth...
Growing to now I wasn't
like the others and I'm
lost now
I've become everything
that nothing consists of
like a generic toothbrush
to a component of major importance
chew this up and slowly
digest...
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