on the first Tuesday last month,
I saw my Black Lab
propose to my grey and white cat,

I had noticed a certain something going on;
I thought it was aggressions over territory or food,
never imagined they had deeper feelings.

He had a little collar , with rhinestones,
for her, about like what I could afford if
some girl tickled my fancy.

She, answered with ,  " meow" and a cheek rub,
how could I turn down their romances.
I filled their dinner dish with fresh hot dogs,
their water dish with clean cool water, and a few rose petals,

went outside to let them be alone, heard such a ruckus,
reminded me of my honeymoon. When I came in  my remote was chewed up.

The next month, Time Warner sent me a bill for an ******* movie
,  101 Damnations does a *****.
I laughed.

of the times he rapped
cursed out rhymes
dealt drugs and scratched
the surface
was bad never acting
he didn't see twenty-one.
His son is left to a similar
legacy with a baby momma
trying to raise an orphaned child.
He was bad, was he?

better 'n me
get the meanings
            of meditation,
or the rambling deep cloyed words
of Kerouac,
   and when reading Silverstein
the rain I hope gets into your head when you
look up, I tried and I am dry,
Or Charles' interloping between violent him
and all his prose, sweetly dissolved in angst.
All the raw wildness
of E. E. cummings and Emerson, Sir walt I get
a quick glimpse at time , suppose
I understand.
Then if nadda else,
i hope you unnerstand that einstein dude
and his E=MC 2 sounds to me like a rap group/