Archive for January 31st, 2012

While Daisy and Pixie are Playing

Despair sits on the pink leather
in my nose and tickles
the back of my throat
while Harry-The-Dog
lounges upside-down
in the pea-green leather sofa,
and Buddy-The-Dog
crawls like a snail,
sideways, lurching forward like a turtle
in a bath of surreal Blue Jay feathers.

And Buddy-The-Dog announced,
“My leg hurts.
Does that…
make sense?”
I said, “Of course it does;
you’re speaking English,”
and Harry-The-Dog moaned
over the difficulties of life –
A real moan like from a bear
who cares never to be disturbed.

I want to accept Despair’s
desperate, nerve-wracking
toggles with her fountain pen,
and I tell her, “You’re just a story;
you are not who I am,”
and Buddy-The-Dog,
he wags his tail vigorously,
and Harry-The-Dog asks me to scrub
the persistent baby snot off my face.

Gracie-The-Dog is the queen
of serenity, and she sleeps through
all of the commotion
caused by Despair’s ruthless burglary
while Daisy-The-Dog and Pixie-The-Dog
wrestle in turmoil through the guest room,
hopelessly heedless of the terrible
Storm that surfs, close-by to the North.

, , , , , , , ,

8 Comments

%d bloggers like this: