i have this nicely hewn
blusish, white and black
blanket rug i bring to the
park to lie and meditate on.
so i'm lying there blissing out
when i open my eyes there's
this cock-diesel beast of a pitbull
literally in my face.
his owner was nowhere to be found.
so i sit up as he circles and sniffs me,
all of a sudden this mass of muscle hit
my back in a collapsing motion.
i turn around to see that hulk had rolled
over and wanted a belly rub.
here comes his owner finally--laughing,
telling me that Bo really likes me.
he liked the vibes, surrendering to that
marination.