Dick Laurent


Mutt - Poem by Dick Laurent

Fingers sprayed on plastic roofs
Hanging from the helpless urge
Of mudd delving.

Sleeping under the smoky bungalow
Half moon freeze:
a dog waiting to repent for lack of
courtesy flush- before stamping
his mark into wet cement.

Fingers vaporize paws and
Tail end first we fall
And wait for our breakfast in the dew.

Keep us alive:
remember
the
cold
plastic playhouse
every
night.


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  • (3/28/2006 9:30:00 AM)


    I love the images conjured here. Well, I don't love what they are (that just makes me sad) , but I love the exquisite detail of them.

    This makes me think of a dying pigeon.
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Poem Submitted: Monday, March 20, 2006



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