Roof Dog
Roof dog,
bigger’n
all the others.
A tarantula
on fours,
those legs,
those paws.
More powerful’n
anything
I got.
His bark
grows
like a fastball
and pops
the mitt
of my
twice-licked
ear.
This is the only place I shop.
Roof dog,
bigger’n
all the others.
A tarantula
on fours,
those legs,
those paws.
More powerful’n
anything
I got.
His bark
grows
like a fastball
and pops
the mitt
of my
twice-licked
ear.
I'm like that man
who goes to visit his relatives
and is upon arrival,
immediately shunned by
the extended family present...
mostly in-laws. I guess
I am married. My wife's
kid has died,
but I'm not upset,
so I don't think I'm the father.
I was recording
Kofi Annan's remittances:
forgive, pardon,
put back into position, pay back?
It was 2 a.m.
and the Nations was closed.
I was starting to track
states of awareness
before
bedtime.
Kofi asked me,
Does it matter
how you are
before you sleep?
I mean Which state
is best? he said.
Which do I favor?
Soberstan,
Alcohol's Kingdom,
United Drugs,
or a Combo Federation?
Let's find out, I said.
LET'S FIND OUT!
Everything was shifting,
like an octagon on wheels…
The butt is where
my head is at,
rummaging for sleep
in that soft
caramel foam,
that sticky cantina
of brown tar
and pale-ale haze.
Sleep, sleep,
poor head, (I say,)
The cigarette
burned out long ago, No—
The nicotine still
waves its orange baton,
the smoke still rises,
its rings yet round,
resting like haloes
on the hurt of night.
No pills to speak of. Aspirin. Over the counter allergy medicine. Been drinkin some Jim Beam Black though. Good stuff. On the rocks. Saturday night and Sunday night. Nothing special but good sippin.