...and counting...

9/24/2003

 
of basenji and bassett hounds
from 4/18/2003

brown eyed dog barks my sleep to conclude
sometimes a pistol seems the easiest thing to use
but I've never liked to bury a dog
couldn't someone walk him away?

dog barks long enough
everyone goes about their day
my heart goes out to the strays
but I need my sleep.

I've always wondered
where have I gone?
is this my home now?
if not, where shall I roam?
I realize I have also strayed
I'm worse than just a runaway

at my earliest convenience
I assist those who need it
but its never that convenient.
couldn't someone walk me home?

if you get in my way
I may push you down
my time is too precious
I won't wait around

my heart is of ice
but that isn't so rare
the grinch wasn't the only one
who really didn't care

we are always on the run
unsure what we run from
we run from ourselves
we cry out for help
won't someone walk us home?