Cap'n Jazz - In the Clear

[poetasterie]

canine exhales my steam faced spit bath.
tippy toed. noses nippy cold touch.
i'm looking up through gnarling gnashers
through drooly jowls, peering into my peer.

canine ate seven sick five year olds.
canine ate seven sick five year olds.

baretoothed brawls lost.
what they unmindedly kick.
we shrug and barely bearhug.
grapple down to the ground.
it's the same ground grounding us.
the same ground grounding those that ground us.
a! b! c! d! e! f! g! h! i! j! k! lost!

time to move on, they say.
"i'm sorry, but you gotta go."
i'm hoping that once i'm a big kid
and i look down to the ground,
it'll seem further away.

canine ate seven sick five year olds
canine ate seven sick five year olds