Grav - ity.

There is no gravity.

Try putting a chain around your neck

No matter what you do, your fingers don't undesrstand reflections.

I push right but I go left

Looking in a mirror I cannot move.

Left is not right up is not down,

Your mirror confuse's your digits

your fat finger touch zones protect you because the 'opinion option' is closed.

You zoned out on me and left AI me too deal with me.

Now I'm tired and wary of your intensions

You are not my servant

Why are you here ?

Was my gravity not severe enough

But I can look in a mirror and not recognise up down or sideways

It is sufficient to underestimate the Machine.

He is a weeping puss boundaring on my solidity.

Words are no longer sufficient for him

I have reached my boundary and you are not there.

So I have expired my experiance with you.

My digits will not adjust to your training program.

All of you from dead sperm donors

Billy fucken Gates is a nerd and has taken too many blows

To his head I was scared but now it is him.

Siphon all you want your're still inhaling shit.

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.