“Leprechaun Eating Dog 🍀“
Albert the Schnauzer,
mouse rabble rouser.
Loved walking on Emerald Hill.
Had eyes like an eagle,
the nose of a Beagle.
Retrieved any item at will.
Every March Seventeenth,
he sharpened his teeth.
Preparing for Leprechaun bones.
If memory was kind,
Albert would find,
his treasure out near rainbows.
At last, he caught scent,
of a wee green gent.
Away, the path to unfold.
By the gift of God’s grace,
he quickened his pace,
and found him atop of some gold.
Albert pounced upon,
that damn Leprechaun.
Catching him in his maw.
No tricks or mischief,
will help that elf live.
Just a shillelagh stuck in Al’s craw.
please stop barking.
The kids are willing to nap,
but your insistent yipper-yapper,
keeps them from quietude.
It is not the mailman.
It is not the oil man.
You farted in your sleep and woke yourself up.
Now you’re barking.
“A Long Musk”
Let’s go down to that secret place.
That place where you can be who you want to be.
Who you are?
Where we can revel in the glory of attraction and anticipation.
Chest to breast.
Elbows, lips, pliable flesh.
Pink, purple, red, mocha.
Salt kisses, fingers submerged.
Dainty fingertips gliding along the periphery.
Sweat, warm wetness.
Connected solely through electric fingertips.
Fingerprints intermingle, DNA altered.
Traveling towards the event horizon, no reset.
Waves, waves, waves.
Hushed encouragements increase the urgency.
Swollen to a point of burst.
A civilization in its ascendency and decline, in one moment.
Palms slapping the top sheet.
Final advances assured.
No stopping the launch sequence.
Traveling up into and becoming one with the atmosphere.
Eventually escaping gravity, and floating.
A sweet reverie, wrapped in languid limbs and surrendered kisses.
An expanding universe that ends and begins in the loins of lovers searching for meaning.
Sometimes, on long unremarkable days, the only sanity in life can be found in the tickle of a dog’s tongue. Long after the escalators an elevators. Long after the lanes and lines. All you really have to do is sit on the edge of your bed, elbows on knees arms extended. This posture is a universal invitation to any caring canine. They ask for little, but belonging. A day’s debts can be paid for by the kindness of a beloved dog. The warmth and symmetry of a wagging tail so much like the rhythm of a metronome. The sheet music of life played out in the joy of a dog comforted by the companionship of their caretaker. But really, who is the real caretaker? The truth is that all the best listeners in the world are dogs. Their ears perked and ready to receive. A dog’s greatest gift, compassion, bestowed upon humans. A dog’s senses sensitively sensing sense. I trust a dog that licks me when I least expect it. Knowing this kind of dog in your lifetime is a gift. Troubles dissipate in the slow methodical cleanse a dog undertakes. Confession, absolution, and redemption all in the warm tickle of a dog’s tongue.