Serious, dog’s not
for everyone.
The under-threes for
instance
should roll away
from dog like
cup from saucer. No
one wants to ingest
small magnets meant
to fix Alloy Man
to his/her ship.
Yeah, children’s products.
Last time I met
severe trauma Dad bought me
a tilted frame
about three by three
securing a mesh
into which I could pitch
my best fastball or
kick any football.
The mesh would catch
and return. Dad thought
I’d turn sad-armed
like him and pitch
for some town in
the 30s, Shamrock Eagles,
Rock Glen Fiddicks,
Ernfold Laundry-Kings,
Morse Codes—for all
of them
pitcher what the
leaders want to play.
Swallow happens. Murakami
in Norwegian
Wood writes that gulp
we hear when the movie
sears. I’m talking about
jewelry. Dog let’s face it
will eat it. You know
how he plays.
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