The breeze is getting colder as I walk
dutifully
through a midnight spring storm.
The air singing
like passionate mementos
the rain kissing
not barraging
not assaulting.
A narrow eyed dog at my heel
contemplating the mystery of skyward drink landing softly on dusty fur.
I clad only in hardly more than emaciated sinew
a gentle steam rising from my overworked body.
Escaping in greedy heaving breaths.
Spattered with a few droplets of blood soon to be washed
stinging with a hundred nips and cuts.
A nocturnal waltze had taken place
not ten minutes ago
of charge lunge dodge
sweep pin snap
and twirl.
Her eyes crazed with blood-scented play time
I- simply looking for an excuse to breathe.
To depart
escape
flee
the shackles of an occupied leather chair
in front of the glowing hum of an infinitely knowledgeable siren.
What witnesses we may have shocked
in our well rehearsed dance of forcefully flung bodies
of fake mercy pleas
gentle throat locks
and spurred retalitory thrashes to my face and torso
My spectacles a skew, two bodies
one peach-flesh and smooth
the other softly bristled and tiger striped
plopped on the cool porch-stoop
without a care
without a doubt
that today would be another prison.
Mysteries of a well-functioning world
a self-starting universe
of language
of explosive creativity
swirling in the nexus above
passed the clouds, behind the glinting eyes of a trillion nameless spectaters
all for man and dog to grasp
but rather discard
in favor of a race around the yard
a toying taunt, and a triumphant howl.
