My dog-soul forgets to feed
and starves black,
paces circles for a bed
and with dead weight,
settles
thought and action,
usually smitten with intricacies,
are quietly smothered to nothing
a flat purgatory
scored with white noise, overcast
rendered in a pauper’s palette
on a canvas with no edge
ticks remain untocked
until at some distance
a mechanism is rewound
and a leash jangled
for an ear to lazily lift again
Oct 10, 2020
Oct 10, 2020 at 8:17 AM UTC
My dog-soul forgets to feed
and starves black,
paces circles for a bed
and with dead weight,
settles
thought and action,
usually smitten with intricacies,
are quietly smothered to nothing
a flat purgatory
scored with white noise, overcast
rendered in a pauper’s palette
on a canvas with no edge
ticks remain untocked
until at some distance
a mechanism is rewound
and a leash jangled
for an ear to lazily lift again
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