The Doghouse

 




Disenchantment
down at the
doghouse,

passions cool
to curse & sense

perfect-

beyond the shadow
of a doubtful cur

familiar scent
of stranger air

teeth & splintered
chops down cold,

a red running
on the moonlight howling
wet work meals
that pop & please

or just the empty beds
of dust & dream

a mutt for all seasons,
I'm
outdoors,

you know....

disengagement
down at the
doghouse --

cooler heads that prevail
at cold, hard reality.