If your down just think about people and dogs.
Walk downtown and look around at the people and dogs.
Nothing in the world but you and me
Naming all the people and dogs we see…
Afghand, Airdale, Malamute, Apenzeller, Azawhack
Beagle, Basset, bichon friese, border collie, boxer,
bracco, italiano, brittany, bulldog, cardigan,
catahoula leopard dog, cocker spaniel, cockapoo,
chow chow,
dachsund, doberman, fox hound, goldador,
golden doodle, labradoodle, great dane,
havanese, harrier, jack russel terrier,
coykerhonja, lassa apso, maltese,
miniature shnowzer, norfolk terrier,
newfoundland, otterhound,
papillon, pekinese, pointer, pomeranian,
pug, puggle, portugese water dog, shnoodle,
saint bernard, shitzu, shetland, siberian husky,
whippet, visla, shuloitz-quintly,
and a mutt in a sweater at the
end
of
a
leash
with
a
fat guy, skinny girl, hair net,
minnie pearl, onion breath, little kid,
chugging triple sec and talkin’ farsi in a turtleneck,
bald guy, smelly cop,
bull in a china shop,
introverted carrot top, girl in a parrot shoppe
looks across the street at a guy named bill,
twins and poker players, optimists,
naysayers, amateur accordion players,
padded bras, interlopers,
grandmas and mr. ropers,
philiacs, mama slacks and
hoi polloi and hoochimaroooo!
People.
People & dogs.
Can’t go wrong when you think about people and dogs.
Life can hurt and love can sting
but people and dogs cure everything:
such as headaches, tooth aches,
heart breaks, crumb cakes,
bad hair, frost bite.
turtle bite, broken kazoo,
heart attack, brain fart,
cancer of the ear muff,
telepathic embolism, married to a carnivore,
sinusitis, anthrax, agranulocitosis,
madcow, meningitis, meddling mother in law,
campaign finance, heavy metal, pizza butt,
shaving cut, octavian and gravy
spiked with avian flu
People!
People & dogs!
Can’t go wrong when you think about people and dogs!
there’s no room for misery
when you talk about people and dogs with me
Since of course you’ve always struck me as a somewhat cocky wise guy, I find myself reluctant to give you too much praise. That said, you need to bundle up your work here (all the way back to your early stuff, like “peanut”, et al) and send it out to some literary journals. Your stuff should be published, not just hung here.
(Check “your” in the first line.)
publishing requires a level of “finishing” that can take the lifeblood out.
I “hang” stuff here in pre-embalmed, pre-lipsticked state.
It’s somewhere between a conversation and an actual poem.
i wonder why you presume I haven’t
published things.
I don’t publish my published here, and you should be wise enough to know why.
I could go in and make the above more smooth and readable.
what’s special about it is how it roles out of me like zen. That’s the raw magic.
The pruning – that’s not quite as magical. Putting it here in this state captures
that magic in still frame and reminds me for always that there’s at least one place left for me
where creatures
are welcome to sing in prose like the burbling of a brook, the bird song, like the chorus
in Grease or the dancing hippies in Hair. That’s all I really want – for art to be a language,
spontaneous and messy and incomplete, and not an escape from alcatraz or stock portfolio or trojan horse full of
idiot longing.
thanks for always commenting Rainey. your always good at noticing my weaknesses. and who are you again?
Makes a good rap (wrap). Words roll off the tongue with flavor!
Yeah I guess some of it almost sounds songish
Needs a lot of futzing tho