The FAB&PP Poem of the Month for January 2004
| the sleeping dog lies stubby immaculate half erect dreaming (perhaps) silent recumbent and alive with no need to wonder or worry breathing in and out its sour dogs’ breath warming the blanket beneath it and the earth beneath that a heirarchy of entropy and thermo- dynamics and tail wagging (now and then) we are all (i suppose) winding down but the dog is effortless and steady state |
it needs no pass an ticipates no further than the next meal or walk out or lie-in and never when it’s sleeping only when you or i dangle a leash or rattle a bowl or when its own faithful bowels growl the sleeping dog on its side short legs straight farting once (or twice) and yawning raising its head only to lick its lips and sigh and lie back again tail wagging (now and then) |