I have a dog

The dog will die

Is this a lesson I shall carry

To my dying day?

Or does the act of self

That automatic propulsive force

Perfect and flawed

Progress with disregard

To the effects of friction and time

Forgetting along the way

That transience is history in the making

And future clouds are seeds of rain today?

I don’t pity the dog

Why should I?

We are joined in fate.

Hi Kid


Young Boy having fun, party, balloon

Don’t switch off the light

That impulse for fun

Or something random

Not defined by convention

Just let the moment out

and blush, if you must.

For the impetuous

Is clean and bright


Rehearsed responses in adult life

That dull the spirit

Requiring as they do

The given truth


For an instant

Return to you.