[putting on the dog 2] liar she said
you just lied jingle jangling
her track license all privilege n pomp
like some Catherine the Great caricature
having to park with the proles
and maybe miss her horse slip
in the sloppy track
Tag Archives: work poem
lot dogs 8
[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