Sunday, November 18, 2012

Dog Star

These days?
Well these days

I'm just a lame dog
in cold mud

Once was a wolf
probably be an old coyote one day

but now I'm just a circle-walking wound-licker
tethered to a sinkhole

My how I could howl
at a bulbous moon

and I can just imagine
how I'll croon to find a grave

but here my hum's a whisper
with a little too much tongue

and though as beautiful as blue
and shining like the Dog Star

my song won't raise a hair
or even reach the ear I'm singing to

only muddle my understanding
of an otherwise comprehendible world