Alone with the Murder

Like a sailor hauling men overboard

on decks, he lowers the latch

on the door of his 8 x 24

cargo container for the final

shut-in. Deserting

her to that rich valley between his prison cell

walls. Alone

with the murder, the dog surveys

the herculean climb to the bottom of his

potential.  Heave,

the sickness ailing him is more than

merely viral, it’s virtual; worse than the rhythmic pace of

time.

Summer Dream

I dreamt last night of a lopsided park in an uneven city with what I first imagined to be a cloudy swath of stars hovering above it. On second glance, it became clear that this "swath" was indeed a domed canopy of a repeating, mesmerizing pattern, which enveloped the whole place. I pleaded with the friends who accompanied me in this strange, dark venue to look at the foreign heavens, but they were much too preoccupied with packing a pipe to do so. The main offender(possessing and consuming the drugs) was ignored by the initial pair of policemen with their drug dogs, which baffled me. The third sniffer, though, found us out. I hadn't smoked a thing; just in mere bewilderment, unfortunately this didn't stop the Pincer from rounding on me and snapping at my face. The hound was restrained lazily by the cop. Its bark was mean and too loud for comfort.