January 3, My 22 Pounds Sterling

I am fully aware,
that despite the fact
I consider my dog
to be an actual person
some people will never
be as enlightened
as I am

they will continue to
berate him
for doing such things as
biting their feet,
barking their ears
and defending me against
their affections

NO, SIR- AND/OR LADYBEAST,
YOU DO NOT TOUCH
MY MASTER YOU DON’T!

when he barks
it is always as loud as is
doggedly possible,
It hurts my ears in ways
I did not know anything
was capable of
thus, I must admit
I am never too far from dogicide
at that point in time

yet however,
still and
forever

he keeps me warm at night,
protecting me from
the nightmares of yesterday,
he plays the fiddle of my
affection
with ease

he is my dog fancy,
my 22 pounds sterling

my best friend
until the end.

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January 2, Gut Feeling

heat, sweat, nightmares, cold –
yes.

during these waxing days
of the new year,
there are only these things
brain ache and soaked sheets

my gut is telling me to surrender
to make room for the new order,
I don’t particularly care for
our late night talks.