passion

 

r  a  b  i  d    d  o  g 
frothing  gums and blank stare
the panting     humid       awake,
snapping
at       flies
fleas,
barking
chain
pulled into
my rubbed raw and red
throat
infected puss white hair  mush,
h  o  w  l  i  n  g  the night
for relief.
      t  r  a  c  i  n  g 
r  e  t  r  a  c  e  d    paw prints
grooved into grass gone,
now dust sand path dirt,
the junkie madness drilled
into the temple bite
the feeding,
passerby,
afraid,

scare         a w a y

all                      comfort.


love.

 

Reviews

[Heather Angelika Dooley]

You are a well-studied writer. It is apparent that you have absorbed the things you have read and taken them to an all new level, your own. :>

[Mark]

Owww. That hurts, from a dogman's perspective. It's a great metaphor. I like the words, although whatever visual you were looking for doesn't come through in non-fixed fonts (i.e., most web pages). Thanks for sharing.

[William J. Wilkins]

If this were about a dog, I'd have to call ASPCA. But it isn't really, is it? I can remember being this person, and sometimes I still am. Bravo!!