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.