Poetry For Oblivious Mutts

--Corazón, stout dog,
“Poetry Is a Destructive Force,”
Wallace Stevens 

 

To bark with all our might
Straight from the heart is just
What we didn’t want— 

We needed something
That would clearly set us apart
From the howling, romantic pack. So 

Oh so vain as ever, we found ourselves
Mushing on to wherever it was
We were going, 

Forgetting all too soon
That which brings us
Together remains

For all appearances,
A blinding blizzard pure
As the driven snow. 

 

 

 

N.B. Haiku

Note intended not
To be read in haste only—

Attend is the word.

 

 

Out Of It, Deeply

Burrowing 

Rodent can’t tell
Its shadow from a hole 

In the ground. 

 

 

Exeunt Anytime Now, Player

Have a heart, dear
Ham—the persona 

You so want the crowd
To lap up, keeps fleeing 

Through the riddled
Exit wounds  

Of a bleeding ticker. 

 

 

 

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Patience,
It’ll be over
In a jiffy—

It only
Hurts so
Long as you 

Hold it in.