Psycho Dog

I am a psychopath I tell myself walking along the street, I  am trained for footpaths but my dog is not, he wanders away and pisses to sign his territory

I could do that too but am so tickled by his fur and he lets me because I care.

My dog is probably psycho as well, what the fuck can he do if in trouble without me

he trusts my lead and welcomes his collar and relinguises control

I cannot do that, I yet observed that celebrates their share with others

in an unknown language that says we are all equal, but can you piss higher than me!

so I embrace my inner dog and wonder if I'm insane but still trust him for guidance

were it not for him i would truly be alone for he trusts me and I return.

Four legs and a fur, a bundle of love under no conditions nor memory of the past other than my food sleep and comfort

And whilst walking the streets and he is off his lead I want to just run into any house and pee.

The perfect disrespect, the perfect call to arms because he knows that I too am alarmed

but I have boundaries for things I should not do

I embrace my inner dog and see in my reflection his name as god - is that a joke or does he know what I can never.

If I were simple and could only bite I would not have a leash to retain me

Besides a brain smaller than his nose I have nought to do other than trust him.

Oh yes I am a psycopath but only in dreams, I'd like to walk the paths and shit and piss wherever I wish because someone else will clean up after me.

 

God is Not My Dog

Oh my hound where have you been, my inner dog is nowhere to be seen

It's not that he's mean even though he keeps clean

He navigates his hallway waiting for me to pass his way

Poised on four legs he is only prey so he turns his back toward me.

 

 Lucky for him his balance never goes astray, not like me on all fours

Being so drunk I bump off walls and cannot find time to pause

But he does not understand why I reach for walls and not floors

Nor does he know as he wonders, 'cept his nose.

 

A dog I am not but I wish he had to me what I do for him

My two thirds tripod leaves tracks that cannot be erased

The other third follows along the hall but only his head

He has no understanding of why and how doors can close.

 

He thinks I am a god so I consult with my dictionary of Gods and Dogs.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Dog Days

 My dog is a dinosaur

He stands only partly towards my knees

but his nose he knows.

walking him is a challenge that his little paws will discover

So he digs a safe deposit for his bones.

he presents himself to me with a nose plastered with dirt

safe and happy that I give him area to completely fuck up

and he does and rushes towards me proud of his nose.

he has been digging but needs to disguise his presence

thus the nose.

He wonders at me at a loss to explain my adoration

he is just a dog.

his snow paws have nails and I hear him wander

and I hear his approch wearing 4 sets of hobnail boots

A clicking on my floor as he checks his domain.

And a constant snapping at insects that disturb me.

He knows not about his shit but is happy leaving his farts for me to savor. 

damn if I will not be a dog

Where does he come from bearing such love

He can smell my disturbing thoughts and wants to be there

All I can do is love him in return and be fair

He is no longer my dog but my god.

Jesus Christ died wearing undies.

 

Who are these fucken people?

They are the ones who were bullied by mean kids at school

The ones who had pokey ears strange haircuts wore glasses and were skinny

The ones who were first in class and the last to leave

Waiting for thanks and favours from teacher

Those bullies were already genetically defective but were born with revenge in mind 

Now these bullies who knew the only digit necessary was the one they stuck up their arse.

 

Who are these clones, fantastic similies of nothingness.

They obey without question, they live by rules

As if there were no gods they take power unto themselves

Helplessly appeasing a greater knowledge that they can never have.

 

But they agree and they support my idiocy.

They are the gods of mediocrity and persuasion 

The devil is in the details and dug in deeper than I can fathom.

I only worship god but where is he

I keep screaming for help or at least no confusion.

 

Damn the bible, everyone has one and they are all different

Even the index is fucked - there is no language other than echoes.

Echoes of hollowness, echoes of pain, echoes of vulnerability

Where are you landing but please do come here.

I do challenge your authority and dare you if you challenge mine.

 

I'd like to bleed regulary it may cleanse me and recognise your abrasion

It clears the walls of my cunt so as to accept the next victim

Were you even listening to the halls of chaos that abraise my soul.

Do you understand that Echo was Narcissus's girlfriend and was pained

To accept she was a mere shadow bathing in his glory.

An echo of hurt and a claim for significance.

 

Begone all devils who trespass here, this is not your land.