delilah contrapunctal.... yes, that's how I intended to spell it......... Poems

I lay the strip of rain-rug
over the first few feet of
prettier woven floor art
by the front door...
...

as I try to believe
I'm having a cartoonish nightmare where ignorance*
is celebrated...
one from which I will wake to see sentience prevailing...
...

of merciless blue
meets the unsanctuary of the bass-voiced rolling green, wets its lips...
and swaggering, laughs in its belly at their seamless junction...
...that laugh,
...

in the anyhows of anywheres
they take their vows and split their hairs
prod their cattle count their chattel
free their mantels prove their worthies
...

of the dog days....
we flop, roll...stretch....
let out a softly-snorted wheeze-sigh-grunt, complete with lip-ruffling..
(you think it must tickle....would if you were to do it.) ..
...

of snouts......
aquiline narrow sharp ..piercing foraging finer scents.. a stalwart demeanor....
retrousse stubbily firmly upturned... breathing updrafts....a skipping golightly of bearing....
freckle scattered sunlight dappled skiing jumpers
...