(For Gina)
Animals have no concept of disgusting
They see death and they say
Something to smell
I am like this
Somewhere deep in rage I write
Long of heart and short of night
The world is an open eggshell
To those who are not afraid
To step from its white brilliance
And taste the youth.
Between the bounds of what is right
I seek the truth, for truth I fight.
Hanging men from gallows high
Martyrs have known this, and
So I go to the greener pastures of
Righteousness and pure poetry
The bum’s fable, the drink’s delight
Here I’ll sit to write tonight
Man with a strong arm cannot
Beat the strength of my wrist
I am like a dog
I am like the dog
And my dog dies, as all dogs might
But this is wherein my dreams take flight.