Your dog is alone,
I’ve watched it there for some time
Helplessly humoring passing strangers
Who stop and speak English to it
Like it’s an infant,
Also unable to understand
But slightly more irritable.
I am unable to really feel the pain
Your poor dog must feel tied there,
Bowing – sitting – to other’s commands
And letting unknown humans
Stroke their pampered hair
With greasy fingers,
Who knows where they’ve been!
What choice does it have?
Tag: sit
Every Step (day 1524)
A risky set of principles
Walked tight around my table,
She reflected my inspirations
Upon her golden lightening wink,
Stuttering my every step
And here I’m left to sit.
If you were whiskey, baby,
This night would be the sip.
Dog Walkers (day 918)
I sit here from my porch in snow
Watching strangers pass and go:
In front usually bounds an excited dog,
Master then ordering, stumbling in fog.
Accepting this as natural flow
Passing By (day 880)
Perhaps I shouldn’t have heard it
Ears pierced forever more
That lay me down
To press me round
Into oblivion
But who was I to say it nay
To say it wasn’t right
For passing by
As I was high
Hardly did I note
Say it is true that now I sit
Wondering what then went on
It wasn’t mine
To kill the time
Gone my piercing truth
Lover… (day 438)
Lover, come home to me
Let me feel you beside me now
Forget space that has grown
Let night grab us here
And take hold as we dance away
Lover, whisper in my ear
Let sweet sounds heat my breath
Lay me low against the time of night
Push away that cause this
Uncomfortable space between us
Lover, hold my hand a while
As we walk off into the distance
Searching for a sunset
Amongst romantic castles
Stone fences, and cobblestones
Lover, sit with me here
Lets make our backs hurt
Our asses numb
On these cement benches
Staring deep into the horizon
Orwell (day 356)
Today I do roam where Orwell has roamed
I sit upon a bench he did use
Perhaps with a breath
And a length of my hair
I shall hope to hear what he says
For then, in the end
With the hopes of my wind
I could find myself content
In his shoes
But had I not found
The peace he once did feel
Then I too would fall in a heap
So pretend for a while
As I am at this hour
That I sit in a place
He once sat
Break in the Day (day 109)
Sun that’s hotter than a well used oven
With young faces that are nervously wonderin’
Alerted by the slightest disturbance
But me, I still look for an empty corner
Away from the clamoring multitudes over
My fate sits fixed as is my countenance
Waiting sit I as I wander nearer
Playing with the time waiting for the bearer
Maybe we all feel this sustenance