devildog moon...

devil dog rides
on all fours tonight
he dreams of the moon,
the delights of the lunarisms.
perhaps tomorrow
he'll finally tell master
that he will no longer
fetch the paper,
roll over,
or beg...

instead,
he'll rip out
the throat of his
tormentor

maybe then the voices will stop
while he howls at the too high too bright
moon.

Eat me....

Appetite

i hope the reason for my mood

isn't centered in my food

for if indeed i'm what i ate

then i'm bad for me

but i taste great

a piece of pizza

unbuttered bread

if what i eat is

what i said

then all my words

are food for thought...

now

will you eat me?

i thought not