Digging up dogs in verbal phrases,
Barking with syllables, growling between lines.
Letters—bones, gnawed by inspiration,
Meaning—a crow, circling the sidelines.
A stray word, with the jaw of sound,
Gnaws at the air, chewing on phonemes.
A verb bares its fangs, a case licks the hand,
And thought yelps, stuck between themes.
Dig, unearth, tear apart the primer!
Let the notebook be barked at by the voice-dog.
In words—dogged sorrow and fervor,
In sentences—the madness of us.
But what lies beyond rhyme and speech—I will not reveal.