mucho this's n' that's,
occupying the young ying
and the old yang,
which these days
seem identical....

one divorce maybe,
if we get around it...
one strange, shy, abused (?) dog,
my split, my reward,
and a few sticks of furniture,
the hound, from Taiwan, imported...

that ole diggedy dog,
feraly afraid of lightening,
but company is company,
I ain't exactly in the mind place
of saying no to nobody....

all I got is a bed,
a dresser, two nigh table,
yeah, nigh tables,
nigh enough
high enough,
for us to hide under....

got a new home
that needs TLC,
inside and out,
and the metaphors,
the parallels, escape my eyes,
but I know, I know them,
cause here I am,
telling you them

the blue days
come and go,
jet in and jet out,
pick their times,
their words,
their own schedule
when they want to
pick on me

but my spirits are entrenched,
me and the dog,
we got each other's back,
and when at a loss
pour la phrase exacte,

he, faithful and mournful eyed-one,
can be counted on to suggest a phrase
consistently, that is most apropos,
*just we too