“IT’S FUNNY WHEN DOGS LOOK LIKE MEN”, SHE SAID:
Sat in the corner, staring at the future, pressing buttons,
functions make you feel better. What’s that song going round
in your head? A dream, disturbing last night’s sleep, a vision,
another premonition, wreathed in clouds of faces.
“It’s funny when dogs look like men”, she said, the barmaid stooped
to stroke & glanced, waiting between shifts in porches smoking
cigarettes. “This isn’t my jacket”, she said like I’d gave a…
busy chasing sculptures & poetry, walking late nights in the rain,
clutching suit case at the seaside out of season.