My hot leg shakes
***** dog mud whiskers.
Moist cardboard box
houses all my barks.

The darkness of night
is much too dark;
disease, fleas and despair
like lonely rain under
street light with broken lamp.
Growling demons prowl
with death-eaten distorted
leprosy masks, and a red eye
to ****.

I consumed my street.
In the gutter
stars got caught in my throat.
My fur, like a *******’s ****
stinks of strong *****.
I lay down and I won’t
get up to run,
or ****,
or smoke.

Out here the dumpster
claims the soulless.
Torn apart unnaturally-
pierce, shred, peace.