lavender leashed dog
festooned in a yellow slicker
overly wrapped in man
little rubber booties yukked with mud
rhinestone collared
Oh! how I wish you would
bury the bones
from that hand that fools you…
wipes away your drool
after gnawing it off at the wrist
one night beneath the covers
in the king sized bed
you share with its fucked-
up owner.
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BITTER POEMS: asicanine
BY NIEL BROSNAN
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