Dogs of summer

 

Aye dog

Sit there with your back furred

Ears cocked listening to what Spanish I might fire off

Kitchen cooked words

I can only use to address the animal kingdom

I growl and mew as much as any such

Let me show you my teeth

It isn’t as though we had love between us

So then why this

Desire to break whatever glass might be near

Just to hear the cackle of shards pressing hard upon the other

Altars of disrepair

Find my soul and set it spinning

There where the light catches and hums strange tunes

For as madness goes

I can offer a first prize performance

Do you sit there waiting

To top off the trench in my gut

Come then hurry

Come be the first

Deep kneed and slit eyed

Come bury me further

Where the moon grows full like some overwatered pumpkin

There halve my matriarchs

The ones with the accounting ledgers

With a long butcher’s knife

Set them spitting

I have candles lit aplenty

And spells waiting to be cast

Over my already warmed cauldron