The Lion’s Share
post breakfast depression is a common condition in certain circles where a dog’s ridge runs counter to the world
dog poem
when you’re lonely needing meat
woman gone to work at night I crave the attention of wanting a bowl full of love of meat of love
A woman, a fork
The sound of Woman’s fork down on the plate. I wait, patient on my haunch. What’s left to finish in time is mine.
Rainy Day Ridgeback, #s 12 and 35
My roommate gone Meat on my tongue Rest is the meal I crave My bowl in the yard, stained Collects rain Gravy for later
The Plastic Bag Game – a poem
I close my eyes and wait for the torture to end short of breath, I’m still alive. How long did I hold it for? A minute, a year. Another raw meat meal.
At Night – a poem
You can stew the fire along at night but I’m fine, really I’m fine with my blanket around my head smelling my meat breath
Ladies – a poem
There’s room enough in the bed for me ladies there is no need to fight for me ladies there’s room enough in bed for me ladies but please, let me lift the sheets ladies
M-E-A-T
the M is for moe-dacious the E is for eating the A is for appetite the T is for treating
Meat Stick – a poem
breakoutthemeatstick break out the meat
The Sounds Inside – a Poem
the sounds inside with the lightning close a crack my blanket too far the bathroom rug a comfort from the sounds i shake not from fear but because i feel the tremble of the trees in the rain