[putting on the dog] fuck you
the dough faced dopaminer called
already three of his shit truck lengths
away smug exhaust hid the lost horse
gaze wore later slinking off
out of the dark parking lot
Category Archives: Louisville Stories
lot dogs 7
Aye not old but
raised by old ones
and to carry those aches
forward / greybeard /
lot dogs 1
pyrite camaraderie
means nothing/ here
among elementals
we sharpen these teeth
/that were our eyes/
on your hollow self-asserting