9 am. & he’s right on schedule, barking up a storm, no doubt happy to be alive, happy to be a big healthy dog doing his dog thing only moments away from one of my windows in
liked you better when you strung out, when you weren’t all high & mightyn’ on top of the world (like you seem to think you are now)--- yup, certainly liked you better when your life was
fall for the eyes once over again, spin up, spin down & wonder if you’ll ever hit the ground again---ceasing the caring of all the poetry that came before because s/he is staring right back
simply terrified of every family member & friend, acquaintance & even those random people they met at the park if they ever left (keeping themselves locked up inside the